With what delight did she observe the unwonted care he had bestowed upon his clothes.

This despiser of the laws of elegance had brushed and perfumed his hair; his waistcoat followed the fashion, his cravat was well tied, the bosom of his shirt was irreproachably smooth.
Raoul was standing with his arms crossed as if posed for his portrait, magnificently indifferent to the rest of the audience and full of repressed impatience.

Though lowered, his eyes were turned to the red velvet cushion on which lay Marie's arm.

Felix, seated in the opposite corner of the box, had his back to Nathan.
So, in a moment, as it were, Marie had compelled this remarkable man to abjure his cynicism in the line of clothes.

All women, high or low, are filled with delight on seeing a first proof of their power in one of these sudden metamorphoses.