The fact is, this one pleased me much better.

Eyes with long lashes, rather narrow, but which would have been called good in any country in the world; with almost an expression, almost a thought.

A coppery tint on her rounded cheeks; a straight nose; slightly thick lips, but well modelled and with pretty corners.

A little older than Mademoiselle Jasmin, about eighteen years of age perhaps, already more of a woman.

She wore an expression of ennui, also of a little contempt, as if she regretted her attendance at a spectacle which dragged so much, and was so little amusing.
"Monsieur Kangourou, who is that young lady over there, in dark blue ?" "Over there, Monsieur?
She is called Mademoiselle Chrysantheme.