It was ruddy and glowed like metal.

Her face and neck--and of the latter there was a very considerable display--were of the warm pale tint of old ivory.

She had large, low-lidded eyes, which lent her face a languid air.

Her brow was low and broad, and her lips of a most startling red against the pallor of the rest.
She rose instantly upon my entrance, and came towards me with a slow smile, holding out her hand, and murmuring words of most courteous welcome.
"This, Ser Agostino," said Fifanti, "is my wife." Had he announced her to be his daughter it would have been more credible on the score of their respective years, though equally incredible on the score of their respective personalities.
I gaped foolishly in my amazement, a little dazzled, too, by the effulgence of her eyes, which were now raised to the level of my own.

I lowered my glance abashed, and answered her as courteously as I could.
Then she led me to the table, and presented me to the company, naming each to me.
The first was a slim and very dainty young gentleman in a scarlet walking-suit, over which he wore a long scarlet mantle.