One old man was stalwart and ruddy, with a cordial eye and a handsome, smooth-shaven, big face.

The other was bent and trembled slightly; his face was very white; he had a fine high brow, deeply lined, the brow of a scholar, and a grandly flowing white beard that covered his chest, the beard of a patriarch.

One of the young women was tall and had the rosy cheeks and pleasant eyes of her father, who preceded her.

The other was the strange lady.
A universal perturbation followed her progress up the aisle, if she had known it.

She was small and fair, very daintily and beautifully made; a pretty Marquise whose head Greuze should have painted.