The forehead, round and prominent, seemed to crush with its weight the dark and irregular features, much pitted by smallpox.
He was very ugly, but still the expression of his blue eyes, the brilliancy of his white and regular teeth, and the ingenuous smile, almost childlike, that played on his lips, gave his face that sympathetic expression which showed him to be one of those simple souls wrapped up in their artistic fancies.
"And so this gentleman is the brother of whom you have spoken to me so often," said he, hearing the introduction made by Esteban.
He held out his hand in a friendly way to Gabriel.

They both looked very sickly, but their bodily infirmities seemed to be a bond of attraction.
"As the senor has studied in the seminary," said the Chapel-master, "he will know something about music." "It is the only thing that I remember of all those studies." "But having travelled so much all over the world, you must have heard a great deal of good music." "That is so.

Music is to me the most pleasing of all the arts.

I do not know much about it, but I feel it." "Very well, very well, we shall be good friends.

You must tell me all sorts of things; how I envy you having travelled so much." He spoke like a restless child, without sitting down.