Poor Sir Florian had not known.

But, in truth, the charm of her face did not lie in her eyes.

This was felt by many even who could not read the book fluently.

They were too expressive, too loud in their demands for attention, and they lacked tenderness.

How few there are among women, few perhaps also among men, who know that the sweetest, softest, tenderest, truest eyes which a woman can carry in her head are green in colour! Lizzie's eyes were not tender,--neither were they true.