Max, with all his simplicity, though not susceptible, had about him an impetuosity when his interest was aroused of which I had learned to stand in wholesome dread.

I was jealous of any woman who might disturb his dreams of Mary of Burgundy, and this little maid was surely attractive enough to turn any man's head her way if she so desired.
Later in the afternoon I saw Fraeulein Antoinette in the shop looking at silks and laces.

Hoping to improve the opportunity, I approached her, and was received with a serene and gracious smile.

Near Antoinette were the saucy brown eyes and the bedimpled mouth.

Truly they were exquisitely beautiful in combination, and, old as I was, I could not keep my eyes from them.