The low, straight forehead, the straight nose, the full curving chin, satisfied his eye like a carved statue.

About her ear, exquisitely small and delicate, the wind had blown a fluff of loose hair, and on this insignificant detail his eye dwelt with rapture.
This woman's face pleased him like music.

And as he looked, all his desires were melted and confounded in a wave of tenderness, caressing and devotional, the complete surrender of strength to weakness.

He wanted to take her in his arms, and dared not even touch her hand.
There had been no talk of love between them, and she had kept him at a distance with her air of distinction and superficial refinements.

She seemed to spread a silken barrier between them that exasperated and entranced him.