Myles knew quite well the tall, slim figure, the two dresses which she
alternately wore--one a soft, flowing black one--another, soft and
flowing too, of a blue so dark as to be nearly black. He knew that the
lines of her dresses flowed gracefully, and were agreeable to the eye.
He knew, too, the little black _fichu_ which she usually wore--a sort
of apology for a mantle, which she never discarded on the hottest days;
the modestly shaped white straw hat, with its carefully preserved black
lace scarf, and bunch of daisies at one side, which hat she always
ended in taking off after she had sat there ten minutes or so. She had
a pale, clear, fair complexion, bright, warm chestnut hair, and a face
which, not conventionally beautiful in outline, was full to overflowing
of the subtler, more bewitching charm of a beautiful spirit. It--her
face--had a youthful softness of outline--not full, but not thin, with
a charming rounded chin, melting into the full white throat; a mouth
whose lines attracted irresistibly, so good, so spiritual were their
curves; an insignificant but well-cut nose; a pair of large, luminous,
expressive eyes, which in some favourable lights might appear grey, but
which an impartial observer must inevitably have confessed had a shade
of green in them.
Myles and this young lady had sat at neighbouring tables in the public
reading-room almost every evening throughout the spring and summer
months of that year. Whenever Myles came into the room he had found the
young lady there; he could not, of course, tell whether she came when
he was not there.
Conversation in the reading-room was against the rules; but
‘conversation’ is an abstract noun of considerable indefiniteness, and
one to which different minds may attach different meanings. A few words
exchanged, of greeting or courtesy, could scarcely have come under the
head of ‘conversation,’ or if it did, the rules were infringed every
day. A little remark, as one passed the paper to the other--fifty
little things might have been said (and were said by some frequenters
of the room) without in the least disturbing the peace of the studious.
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