He also was beautiful.

His exquisitely-cut mouth had a curl which was the inheritance of scornful generations, but which was redeemed by his soft violet eyes and by an under-lying expression of natural amiability.

His hair was cut square across the forehead, and fell in natural curls behind.

His childish figure had already been trained in the fencing school, and had gathered dignity from perpetually treading upon shallow steps and in lofty rooms.

From the rosettes on his little shoes to his _chapeau a plumes_, he also was like some porcelain figure.