He left an immediate conviction of his superb vitality of body and mind, the incarnation of a spirit created to prevail.

Featured in almost faultless outline, of a character unconsciously, unaffectedly proclaiming its superior gravity among human masses, he was a planet destined to have many satellites and be satellite to none; an _ego_ of genuine lordliness; a presence at once masterly and decorative.
And yet she was conscious of a note--not positively of discord, but one still exciting a counter-stream of reflection.

She had observed that each time Allan turned his head, ever so little, he had a way of turning his shoulders with it: the perfect head and shoulders were swung with almost a studied unison.

And this little thing had pricked her admiration with a certain needle-like suspicion--a suspicion that the young man might be not wholly oblivious of his merits as a spectacle.
Yet this was no matter to permit in one's mind.

For Nancy of the lengthened skirts and the massed braids was now a person of reserves.