Skye had often wondered in what way she resembled her mother.
‘There must,’ she thought, ‘be some link between mother and child that, sooner or later, will express itself.’
But up to date she could find nothing in herself which she recognised as part of Evelyn Cleve’s character or personality.
Skye was very small and there is something about a tiny woman which makes every man with she comes in contact with eager to protect her. Her loveliness she took as a matter of course and generally forgot to make the most of herself.
In Scotland she was dazzling, in London she was often surpassed by others who took trouble with their clothes and with their faces.
Skye liked old clothes, comfortable shoes and the society of intelligent people.
She loved more than anything the free life in Scotlan
