So old, so infirm, and with a mind astray; and yet there were indications in his speech and manner that told of reason struggling against madness, like the light behind storm-clouds.

He had tones that spoke of a keen sensitiveness to pain, not the lunatic's imbecile placidity.

She observed him intently, trying to make out what manner of man he was.
He did not belong to the peasant class: of that she felt assured.

The shrunken, tapering hand had never worked at peasant's work.

The profile turned towards her was delicate to effeminacy.