I might have felt the same objection to the pale delicacy of his complexion, to the soft profusion of his reddish-brown hair, to his finely shaped sensitive lips, but for two marked peculiarities in him which would have shown me to be wrong--that is to say: the expression of power about his head, and the signs of masculine resolution presented by his mouth and chin.
On entering the room, the first person, and the only person, who attracted his attention was Cristel.
He bowed, smiled, possessed himself abruptly of her hand, and kissed it.
She tried to withdraw it from his grasp, and met with an obstinate resistance.

His gallantry addressed her in sweet words; and his voice destroyed their charm by the dreary monotony of the tone in which he spoke.

"On this lovely day, Cristel, Nature pleads for me.

Your heart feels the sunshine and softens towards the poor deaf man who worships you.

Ah, my dear, it's useless to say No.