The scrutiny seemed to satisfy him.
He stretched out his left hand, and grasping mine, placed it on his heart, and then dropping my hand, placed his upon my breast.

He then spoke in words whose meaning I could not guess, but the tone sounded to me as that of inquiry.

The question most likely to be asked concerned my character and the place from which I had come.

I again explained, again pointing upward.

He seemed dubious or perplexed, and it occurred to me that drawing might assist explanation; since, from the bas-reliefs and tracery, it was evident that the art was carried to no common excellence in Mars.