Touched by a magic wand, he seemed to awake to a thousand novel and unknown sensations.

He rolled in purple, and bathed in gold.
But he knew how to appear unmoved.

His face had contracted the habit of guarding the secret of the most violent internal excitement.

While all his passions vibrated within him, he appeared to listen with a sad and almost indifferent coldness.
"Permit me, sir," he said to the count "without overstepping the bounds of the utmost respect, to say a few words.

I am touched more than I can express by your goodness; and yet I beseech you, to delay its manifestation.