All But Lost: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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All But Lost: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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When they were fairly seated at dinner, Frank had time to examine his
new acquaintances more accurately. Miss Drake was something like her
sister Sarah in appearance, but was more quiet and subdued. Sarah, he
thought, was really very pretty, and seemed as full of spirits and
fun as her brother. Kate O'Byrne was, as has been said, short and
rather plump. Her hair was jet black, and her head set gracefully on
to her neck. Her features were not particularly good, but her eyes
were beautiful; large eyes of uncertain colour, now hazel, now grey,
generally very soft and trusting in their expression, but frequently
lighting up with an arch ripple of fun, and when indignant flashing
out defiantly; eyes which in repose, shaded by the long black
eyelashes, were soft and thoughtful, but which looked up so earnestly
and straight for an answer, that he would have been a bold man who
would have ventured upon an untruth to their owner. A soft, plump
cheek, lips slightly parted, a pretty chin with a little double roll
beneath it, a soft and very musical voice, a very small, well-shaped
hand, and, as Frank afterwards noticed, tiny feet. Katie O'Byrne
was not nearly so pretty, so far as prettiness went, as her cousin
Sarah: hers was one of those faces which do not strike greatly at
first sight, but grow gradually upon one. A face with a good deal of
character and firmness; altogether, as Frank said to himself at the
end of the evening, “a very loveable face.”
The conversation at dinner was sustained with unflagging spirit,
principally by Frank, Teddy Drake, and his sister Sarah. Miss O'Byrne
did not talk much, and indeed, Frank found afterwards that she seldom
took much share in general conversation.
Frank did not sit long over his wine, but soon joined the ladies in
the drawing-room, and was speedily engaged in an animated skirmish
with the two girls. Then they had some music, and Miss O'Byrne sang
some Irish melodies in a pure, rich, contralto voice, which had been
thoroughly trained, and with a feeling and expression which delighted
Frank. The ladies retired early, as the next was to be a fatiguing
day, and Frank and Teddy sat up smoking and talking of college days,
until a very late hour indeed.
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