There was a great physical attractiveness in him--a curious hidden richness, that came through his thinness and his pallor like another voice, conveying another knowledge of him.

It was in the curves of his brows and his chin, rich, fine, exquisite curves, the powerful beauty of life itself.

She could not say what it was.

But there was a sense of richness and of liberty.
'But we are sensual enough, without making ourselves so, aren't we ?' she asked, turning to him with a certain golden laughter flickering under her greenish eyes, like a challenge.

And immediately the queer, careless, terribly attractive smile came over his eyes and brows, though his mouth did not relax.
'No,' he said, 'we aren't.