"Voila un sang-froid bien opportun, et qui vaut mille elans de sensibilite deplacee." He was pleased with her firmness, she with his compliment.

It was likely, too, that his whole general appearance, his voice, mien, and manner, wrought impressions in his favour.

Indeed, when you looked well at him, and when a lamp was brought in--for it was evening and now waxing dusk--you saw that, unless Madame Beck had been less than woman, it could not well be otherwise.

This young doctor (he _was_ young) had no common aspect.

His stature looked imposingly tall in that little chamber, and amidst that group of Dutch-made women; his profile was clear, fine and expressive: perhaps his eye glanced from face to face rather too vividly, too quickly, and too often; but it had a most pleasant character, and so had his mouth; his chin was full, cleft, Grecian, and perfect.