But the build of his limbs and shoulders was not feminine.
To her admiring eyes, he had a look superior to simple strength and grace; the look of a great sky-bird about to mount, a fountain-like energy of stature, delightful to her contemplation.

And he had the mouth women put faith in for decision and fixedness.

She did, most fully; and reflecting how entirely she did so, the thought assailed her: some one must be loving him! She allowed it to surprise her, not choosing to revert to an uneasy sensation of the morning.
That some one, her process of reasoning informed her, was necessarily an English young lady.

She reserved her questions till they should cease this hopping and heeling down the zigzag of the slippery path-track.
When children they had been collectors of beetles and butterflies, and the flying by of a 'royal-mantle,' the purple butterfly grandly fringed, could still remind Carinthia of the event it was of old to spy and chase one.

Chillon himself was not above the sentiment of their "very early days"; he stopped to ask if she had been that lustrous blue-wing, a rarer species, prized by youngsters, shoot through the chestnut trees: and they both paused for a moment, gazing into the fairyland of infancy, she seeing with her brother's eyes, this prince of the realm having escaped her.