His look itself, at such times, suggested an image--that of some very noble personage who, expected, acclaimed by the crowd in the street and with old precious stuffs falling over the sill for his support, had gaily and gallantly come to show himself: always moreover less in his own interest than in that of spectators and subjects whose need to admire, even to gape, was periodically to be considered.

The young man's expression became, after this fashion, something vivid and concrete--a beautiful personal presence, that of a prince in very truth, a ruler, warrior, patron, lighting up brave architecture and diffusing the sense of a function.

It had been happily said of his face that the figure thus appearing in the great frame was the ghost of some proudest ancestor.

Whoever the ancestor now, at all events, the Prince was, for Mrs.Assingham's benefit, in view of the people.

He seemed, leaning on crimson damask, to take in the bright day.