He could not help liking the tall, graceful young man who was standing by him.

His romantic, olive-coloured face and worn expression interested him.

There was something in his low languid voice that was absolutely fascinating.
His cool, white, flowerlike hands, even, had a curious charm.

They moved, as he spoke, like music, and seemed to have a language of their own.

But he felt afraid of him, and ashamed of being afraid.