He was anathematizing the vanity, treachery, and deceitfulness of all women, without exception, from the duchess down to the dairy-maid, and declaring that he should renounce their society altogether for the future, when they reached the end of the walk, at the house, and turned about to pace its length again.
As they did so he chanced to glance upward, and perceived Isabelle at her window.

He nudged his companion, to direct his attention to her, as he said, "Just look up at that window! Do you see the delicious, adorable creature there?
She seems a goddess, rather than a mere mortal woman--Aurora, looking forth from her chamber in the East--with her golden brown hair, her heavenly countenance, and her sweet, soft eyes.
Only observe the exquisite grace of her attitude--leaning slightly forward on one elbow, so as to bring into fine relief the shapely curves of her beautiful form.

I would be willing to swear that hers is a lovely character--different from the rest of her sex.

She is one by herself--a peerless creature--a very pearl of womanhood--a being fit for Paradise.
Her face tells me that she is modest, pure, amiable, and refined.
Her manners must be charming, her conversation fresh, sparkling, and elevating." "The deuce!" exclaimed Pylades, laughingly, "what good eyes you must have to make out all that at such a distance! Now I see merely a woman at a window, who is rather pretty, to tell the honest truth, but not likely to possess half the perfections you so lavishly bestow upon her.
Take care, or you will be in love with her directly." "Oh! I'm that now, over head and ears.

I must find out forthwith who she is, and what; but one thing is certain, mine she must be, though it cost me the half, nay, the whole of my fortune to win her, and there be a hundred rivals to overcome and slay ere I can carry her off from them in triumph." "Come, come, don't get so excited," said Pylades, "you will throw yourself into a fever; but what has become of the contempt and hatred for the fair sex you were declaring so vehemently just now?
The first pretty face has routed it all." "But when I talked like that I did not know that this lovely angel existed upon earth, and what I said was an odious, outrageous blasphemy--a monstrous, abominable heresy--for which I pray that Venus, fair goddess of love and beauty, will graciously forgive me." "Oh, yes! she'll forgive you fast enough, never fear, for she is always very indulgent to such hot-headed lovers as you are." "I am going to open the campaign," said Orestes, "and declare war courteously on my beautiful enemy." With these words he stopped short, fixed his bold eyes on Isabelle's face, took off his hat, in a gallant and respectful way, so that its long plume swept the ground, and wafted a kiss on the tips of his fingers towards the new object of his ardent admiration.