But the most remarkable things were his eyes and his eyebrows.

His eyes were never still, and his brows were very black, and not shaped like other people's; they were neither straight, like Julia Clifford's, for instance, nor arched like Walter's; that is to say, they were arched, but all on one side.

Each brow began quite high up on the temple, and then came down in a slanting drop to the bridge of the nose, and lower than the bridge.

There, if you will give me a pencil I will draw you one of his eyebrows in a minute." She drew the eyebrow with masterly ease and rapidity.
"Why, that is the eyebrow of Mephistopheles." "And so it is," said Grace, naively.

"No wonder it did not seem human to me." "I am sorry to say it is human.