His irregular and most animated face was full of talent and wilfulness.

He liked Madame Variani, and thought the American girl handsome.

But it mattered very little to him with whom he talked; he could have chattered to a tree-stump.
He was over-flowing with the mere interest and jollity of life.
'Have you known Mr.Manisty long ?' he asked of Lucy, while his gay look followed the Professor and his captive.
'I have been staying with them for six weeks at Marinata.' 'What--to finish the book ?' he said, laughing.
'Mr.Manisty hoped to finish it.' The Count laughed again, more loudly and good-humouredly, and shook his head.
'Oh! he won't finish it.

It's a folly! And I know, for I made him read some of it to me and my sister.

No; it is a strange case--is Manisty's.