Sabine hung upon his words; and when her eyes met the full, clear light of his, they involuntarily drooped beneath it.

She had never before remarked how singularly handsome he was.

Now it burst upon her.

A manly, open face, curling chestnut hair, beautiful dark blue eyes, a mouth that told of energy and decision, and a color that went and came with every change of feeling.

He seemed to be, at the same time, a stranger, and yet a dear and trusted friend.
The cousin entered next, the embroidered curtains having caused an excitement in her mind, which now displayed itself in a silk gown and new cap.