His face was one of singular charm, the features regular, the skin a pale olive, the hair and eyes intensely black.

Whereas Falloden's features seemed to lie, so to speak, on the surface, the mouth and eyes scarcely disturbing the general level of the face mask--no indentation in the chin, and no perceptible hollow tinder the brow,--this man's eyes were deeply sunk, and every outline of the face--cheeks, chin and temples--chiselled and fined away into an almost classical perfection.

The man's aspect indeed was Greek, and ought only to have expressed the Greek blitheness, the Greek joy in life.

But, in truth, it was a very modern and complex soul that breathed from both face and form.
Constance had addressed him as "Mr.Sorell." He turned to walk with her to her door, talking eagerly.

He was asking her about various friends in whose company they had last met--apparently at Rome; and he made various references to "your mother," which Constance accepted gently, as though they pleased her.
They paused at the Hoopers' door.
"But when can I see you ?" he asked.