He had had no idea how fine it was.

How well it portrayed him! There was the same calm forehead, noble in its breadth; the same deep, serene, blue eyes;--the artist had caught their kindly expression;--the same gentle mouth with its pleasant humor lurking at the corners;--the artist had almost put upon the canvas the mobile play of the lips;--the same finely cut chin with its well marked cleft.

It was the very man.
Livingstone had had no idea how handsome a man his father was.

He remembered Henry Trelane saying he wished he were an artist to paint his father, but that only Van Dyck could have made him as distinguished as he was.
He turned to the portrait of his mother.

It was a beautiful face and a gracious.