Claudius tried to compare the sound of that voice to something he had heard, but with little success.
Southern and Eastern born races fall in love at first sight in a way that the soberer Northener cannot understand.

A face in a crowd, a glance, a droop of the lashes, and all is said.

The seed of passion is sown and will grow in a day to all destroying proportions.

But the Northern heart is a very different affair.

It will play with its affections as a cat plays with a mouse; only the difference is, that the mouse grows larger and more formidable, like the one in the story of the Eastern sage, which successively changed its shape until it became a tiger, and the wise man was driven to take precautions for his own safety.