On the whole a most pleasant face to look at, especially for, those claiming a right to that youth's affections--parents, for instance, or sisters.

Any romantic little school-girl might almost have loved it in its frame.

Those eyes looked as if when somewhat older they would flash a lightning-response to love: I cannot tell whether they kept in store the steady-beaming shine of faith.

For whatever sentiment met him in form too facile, his lips menaced, beautifully but surely, caprice and light esteem.
Striving to take each new discovery as quietly as I could, I whispered to myself-- "Ah! that portrait used to hang in the breakfast-room, over the mantel-piece: somewhat too high, as I thought.

I well remember how I used to mount a music-stool for the purpose of unhooking it, holding it in my hand, and searching into those bonny wells of eyes, whose glance under their hazel lashes seemed like a pencilled laugh; and well I liked to note the colouring of the cheek, and the expression of the mouth." I hardly believed fancy could improve on the curve of that mouth, or of the chin; even _my_ ignorance knew that both were beautiful, and pondered perplexed over this doubt: "How it was that what charmed so much, could at the same time so keenly pain ?" Once, by way of test, I took little Missy Home, and, lifting her in my arms, told her to look at the picture.
"Do you like it, Polly ?" I asked.