But for all her plainness of feature and smallness of stature, there was a sedate dignity about her movements that was oddly touching and far older than her seventeen years.
And just because you can see, can't you, that it looks nothing, nothing whatsoever like an old master, that it leaps from the decorum of the gallery wall into some other world of eloquence.
Mama, cried Lydia, my aunt says that Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go so often to Miss Watson's as they did when they first came; she sees them now very often standing in Clarke's library.