Lady Serena Mary Carlow
But no one could look upon that beautiful face, with its lovely, wilful
mouth, its lustrous eyes, brilliant under rather heavy, smiling lids,
and think its owner coldhearted. In fact, it was quite the last epithet
anyone could have found to bestow upon such a vital, passionate creature
as Serena, thought Fanny. She was headstrong, and obstinate, sometimes
quite dreadfully mannish, as eccentric as her father, quick-tempered,
impulsive, impatient of restraint, and careless of appearances; but with
all these faults, and a great many more, she had a wealth of kindness
and of generosity, and a chivalry which made her beloved amongst her
father's dependants.
...
The brows which Serena did not scruple to darken, shot up; the eyes,
gleaming more green than hazel, mocked, but gently.
(ch. i)
...
When Serena presently entered the room, she had changed her walking-dress
for a robe of clinging black crape, made high to the throat, and relieved
only by a little ruff of goffered lawn. The sombre hue seemed to enhance
the whiteness of her skin; if Fanny in her weeds, was ethereally fair,
she, with her flaming locks and creamy complexion appeared magnificent.
(ch. iv)