Cayrol, in learning the Prince's secret, resumed his usual reserved manner.

He knew that Micheline was engaged to Pierre Delarue, but still, women were so whimsical! Who could tell?
Perhaps Mademoiselle Desvarennes had looked favorably upon the handsome Serge.
He was really admirable to view, this Panine, with his blue eyes, pure as a maiden's, and his long fair mustache falling on each side of his rosy mouth.

He had a truly royal bearing, and was descended from an ancient aristocratic race; he had a charming hand and an arched foot, enough to make a woman envious.

Soft and insinuating with his tender voice and sweet Sclavonic accent, he was no ordinary man, but one usually creating a great impression wherever he went.
His story was well known in Paris.

He was born in the province of Posen, so violently seized on by Prussia, that octopus of Europe.