She stood before him.

There was on his part an insular representation of old French court salute to the lady, and she replied to it in the exactest measure, as if an instructed proficient.
She stood unshadowed.

'We have come to bid you adieu, my lord,' she said, and no trouble of the bosom shook her mellow tones.

Her face was not the chalk-quarry or the rosed rock; it was oddly individual, and, in a way, alluring, with some gentle contraction of her eyelids.

But evidently she stood in full repose, mistress of herself.
Upon him, it appeared, the whole sensibility of the situation was to be thrown.