He did so without words.

He felt curiously and ridiculously tongue-tied.

He fell to studying the woman instead of attempting the banality of pointless speech.

From the smooth gloss of her burnished hair, to the daintiness of her low, black brocaded shoes, she represented, so far as her physical and outward self were concerned, absolute perfection.

No ornament was amiss, no line or curve of her figure other than perfectly graceful.