He loved a woman's face to look _ciselee_, he said.

That is why he did not entirely admire his niece, for although the mould was of the finest in her case, her small nose was not chiseled.

Numbers of English and some Austrians were chiseled, he affirmed--showing their race--but very few of other nations.
Now some people would have said the Lady Ethelrida was too chiseled--she might grow peaky, with old age.

But no one could deny the extreme refinement of the young woman.
She was strikingly fair, with silvery light hair that had no yellow in it; and kind, wise, gray eyes.

Her figure in its slenderness was a thing which dressmakers adored; there was so little of it that any frock could be made to look well on it.
Lady Ethelrida did everything with moderation.