I can only repeat that there was nothing strange or flighty in his manner.

A perfect gentleman, in full possession of his senses--there is the unexaggerated and the just description of him.
I looked at Lucilla.

She was standing, with her blind face raised to the sky, lost in herself, like a person wrapped in ecstasy.
"Who is that man ?" I asked.
My question brought her down suddenly from heaven to earth.

"Oh!" she said reproachfully, "I had his voice still in my ears--and now I have lost it! 'Who is he ?'" she added, after a moment; repeating my question.
"Nobody knows.

Tell me--what is he like.