His manner, carriage, and attitude, all denoted a diplomat who had seen Europe.

His dress was that of a well-bred traveller.

As he seemed fatigued, the abbe offered to show him to his room, and was much amazed when his niece threw open the door of the boudoir, transformed into a bedroom.
Mademoiselle Cormon and her uncle then left the noble stranger to attend to his own affairs, aided by Jacquelin, who brought up his luggage, and went themselves to walk beside the river until their guest had made his toilet.

Although the Abbe de Sponde chanced to be even more absent-minded than usual, Mademoiselle Cormon was not less preoccupied.
They both walked on in silence.

The old maid had never before met any man as seductive as this Olympean viscount.