But the eyes were brown, and they had that half-veiled look in them--shaded with long lashes that seemed to make a perpetual tender appeal to the masculine heart: the lips, too, were full and moist, and the teeth dazzling white.
Yes!--on the whole we might easily say that she was exquisite, even though we did not admit that she was beautiful.
Painter David has made a sketch of her; we have all seen it at the Musee Carnavalet, and all wondered why that charming, if irregular, little face made such an impression of sadness.
There are five acts in "Le Misanthrope," during which Celimene is almost constantly on the stage.

At the end of the fourth act de Batz said casually to his friend: "I have the honour of personal acquaintanceship with Mlle.Lange.An you care for an introduction to her, we can go round to the green room after the play." Did prudence then whisper, "Desist"?
Did loyalty to the leader murmur, "Obey"?
It were indeed difficult to say.

Armand St.Just was not five-and-twenty, and Mlle.

Lange's melodious voice spoke louder than the whisperings of prudence or even than the call of duty.
He thanked de Batz warmly, and during the last half-hour, while the misanthropical lover spurned repentant Celimene, he was conscious of a curious sensation of impatience, a tingling of his nerves, a wild, mad longing to hear those full moist lips pronounce his name, and have those large brown eyes throw their half-veiled look into his own..