"What a movement, what a manner, what a poise of the head! I wonder if she would sit to me." "You had better go and ask her," said Rowland, laughing.

"She is certainly most beautiful." "Beautiful?
She 's beauty itself--she 's a revelation.

I don't believe she is living--she 's a phantasm, a vapor, an illusion!" "The poodle," said Rowland, "is certainly alive." "Nay, he too may be a grotesque phantom, like the black dog in Faust." "I hope at least that the young lady has nothing in common with Mephistopheles.

She looked dangerous." "If beauty is immoral, as people think at Northampton," said Roderick, "she is the incarnation of evil.

The mamma and the queer old gentleman, moreover, are a pledge of her reality.