There was something curiously attractive about the young man's personality, something that appealed to her, yet that she felt disposed to resist.

That air of the ancient Roman was wonderfully compelling, too compelling for her taste, but then his boyishness counteracted it to a very great degree.

There was a hint of sweetness running through his arrogance against which she was not proof.

Audacious he might be, but it was a winning species of audacity that probably no woman could condemn.

She thought to herself as she returned to her charges that she had never seen a face so faultlessly patrician and yet so vividly alive.