What else can be said of her face or personal appearance that will
interest a reader? When she smiled there was the daintiest little dimple
on her cheek. And when she laughed, that little nose, which was not as
well-shaped a nose as it might have been, would almost change its shape
and cock itself up in its mirth. Her hands were very thin and long, and so
were her feet--by no means models as were those of her friend Lady
Eustace. She was a little, thin, quick, graceful creature, whom it was
impossible that you should see without wishing to have near you. A most
unselfish little creature she was, but one who had a well-formed idea of
her own identity. She was quite resolved to be somebody among her fellow-
creatures--not somebody in the way of marrying a lord or a rich man, or
somebody in the way of being a beauty, or somebody as a wit, but somebody
as having a purpose and a use in life. She was the humblest little thing
in the world in regard to any possible putting of herself forward or
needful putting of herself back; and yet, to herself; nobody was her
superior. What she had was her own, whether it was the old grey silk dress
which she had bought with the money she had earned, or the wit which
nature had given her.
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