From among the latter the eye quickly selects one.

She is perceptibly taller than the others; she sits in their midst near the great hall entrance; and as you look at her there is no claim of ancestry the Grandissimes can make which you would not allow.

Her hair, once black, now lifted up into a glistening snow-drift, augments the majesty of a still beautiful face, while her full stature and stately bearing suggest the finer parts of Agricola, her brother.

It is Madame Grandissime, the mother of Honore.
One who sits at her left, and is very small, is a favorite cousin.

On her right is her daughter, the widowed senora of Jose Martinez; she has wonderful black hair and a white brow as wonderful.