He was a gentleman of manners; he bowed with great gallantry to the ladies, not excepting Celeste.
'She is a child, and has had no chance to learn the arts of cunning,' cried the Russian lady, who had thought that she knew the world.
The notary bowed to her in particular.

'Madam, the true artist is born, not made.' Then he looked at Celeste again.

There were two kinds of admiration in his glance--one for her face, the other for her cleverness.

He looked at the weeping husband with no admiration at all, but the purpose in his mind was steady as his clear grey eye, unmoved by emotion.
'I have taken the trouble to walk so far,' said he, 'to tell this young man what, perhaps, I ought to have mentioned when he was at my office.
Happily, the evil can be remedied.

It is the law of our land that if the fortune has been misrepresented, a divorce can be obtained.' Celeste's courage vanished with her triumph.