It wants animation.

It's too--too--' 'Too sad ?' she asked, quietly.
'Too grave, my dear--too grave.

I want your smile.' Madame de Pastourelles shook her head.
'What do you mean ?' he asked.
'I can't go smiling to posterity!' she said; first gaily--then suddenly her lip quivered.
'Eugenie, darling--for God's sake--' 'I'm all right,' she said, recovering herself instantly.

'Mr.Arthur, are you coming ?' 'One moment,' said Welby; then, turning to Fenwick as the others approached them, he said, 'Might I make two small criticisms ?' 'Of course.' 'The right hand seems to me too large--and the chin wants fining.
Look!' He took a little ivory paper-cutter from his pocket, and pointed to the line of the chin, with a motion of the head towards Madame de Pastourelles.
Fenwick looked--and said nothing.
'By George, I think he's right,' said Lord Findon, putting on spectacles.

'That right hand's certainly too big.' 'In my opinion, it's not big enough,' said Fenwick, doggedly.
Welby withdrew instantly from the picture, and took up his hat.