He had believed his daughter to be dead, and he was still broken by that belief.

His clear, soft, blue eyes expressed infinite sorrow.

I had had occasion, many times, to see Monsieur Stangerson at public ceremonies, and from the first had been struck by his countenance, which seemed as pure as that of a child--the dreamy gaze with the sublime and mystical expression of the inventor and thinker.
On those occasions his daughter was always to be seen either following him or by his side; for they never quitted each other, it was said, and had shared the same labours for many years.

The young lady, who was then five and thirty, though she looked no more than thirty, had devoted herself entirely to science.

She still won admiration for her imperial beauty which had remained intact, without a wrinkle, withstanding time and love.