I understood something of the secret of her idolatry.
Where was the impenetrable reserve of which his mother had spoken?
I had not yet seen him in society.

As he talked with Edith, his head slightly bent and his profile turned towards me, I could look at him unobserved, and I was struck even more than the evening before with the transparent paleness of his complexion.

Dark, delicate, and smooth as alabaster, it gave an air of extreme refinement and sensibility to his face, without detracting from its manliness or intellectual power.

It was a face to peruse, to study, to think of,--it was a baffling, haunting face.

Hieroglyphics of thought were there, too mysterious for the common eye to interpret.