And she saw the veins show on the left side of his temple as in a knot, a peculiarity, like the horseshoe of the Redgauntlets, which ran in the Tancred race.
Then he felt how foolish he was, causing himself suffering over an imaginary thing; and here this piece of white marble sat opposite him in cold silence, while his being was wrung! He suddenly understood something which he had never done before, when he read of such things in the papers--how, passionately loving, a man could yet kill the thing he loved.
And Zara, comforted by the telegram, "Much better again to-day," had leisure to return to the subject which had lately begun unconsciously to absorb her--the subject of her lord! She wondered what made him look so stern.

His nobly-cut face was as though it were carved in stone.

Just from an abstract, artistic point of view, she told herself, she honestly admired him and his type.

It was finer than any other race could produce and she was glad she was half English, too.

The lines were so slender and yet so strong; and every bone balanced--and the look of superb health and athletic strength.
Such must have been the young Greeks who ran in the Gymnasium at Athens, she thought.
And then, suddenly, an intense quiver of unknown emotion rushed over her.