He remained about five minutes, during which time he took his hat from the table and put it back once a minute, brushing it each time.

The engravings in the books are much like him.

He is not handsome, but looks as the author of his books should look; a little strange and odd, as if not of this earth.

He has large, bluish-gray eyes; his hair stands out on each side, so much so that one's thoughts naturally turn to combs and hair-brushes and toilet ceremonies as one looks at him." Later, when Miss Mitchell was in Paris, alone, on her way to Rome, she sent to the Hawthornes, who were also in Paris, asking for the privilege of joining them, as they too were journeying in the same direction.

She says in her diary: "Mrs.Hawthorne was feeble, and she told me that she objected, but that Mr.Hawthorne assured her that I was a person who would give no trouble; therefore she consented.