Edith Wharton,
The Valley of Decision — Book II, Chapter 3
(1901)
“ The dark unpowdered hair drawn back over a cushion made a severer setting for her face than the fluctuating brim of her shade-hat; and this perhaps added to the sense of estrangement with which Odo gazed at her; but she met his look with a smile, and instantly the rosy girl flashed through her grave exterior."Here is my father," said she; and her companion of the previous day stepped into the room with several folios under his arm.Alfieri turned to Odo. "This, my dear Odo," said he, "is my distinguished friend, Professor Vivaldi, who has done us the honour of inviting us to his house." ”
