It was easy to see the traces of his eighty years, but his fine eyes still gleamed with youthful light.
Melissa blushed to think that she could have mistaken Serenus Samonicus for this noble old man.

He must once have been a tall man; his back was bent and his large head was bowed as though he were forever seeking something.

His face was pale and colorless, with a well-formed nose and mouth, but not of classic mold.

Blue veins showed through the clear white skin, and the long, silky, silvery hair still flowed in unthinned waves round his massive head, bald only on the crown.

A snowy beard fell over his breast.