He stared at her with a blank look.

They were invited in.
Bernard pulled off his hat and walked in, not saying a word but eyeing that pretty girl all the while.

Even when his back was turned toward her, as he walked, his head was turned over his shoulders and his eye surveyed all the graceful curves of her perfect form and scanned those features that could but charm those who admire nature's work.
When he had taken a seat in the corner of a room by the side of his friend he said: "Pray, who is that girl that met you at the door?
I really did not know that a dark woman could look so beautiful." "You are not the only one that thinks that she is surpassingly beautiful," said his friend.

"Her picture is the only Negro's picture that is allowed to hang in the show glasses of the white photographers down town.

White and colored pay homage to her beauty." "Well," said Bernard, "that man who denies that girl's beauty should be sent to the asylum for the cure of a perverted and abnormal taste." "I see you are rather enthusiastic.