"Why did we ever come to this place!" The two scrutinized each other carefully, wishing to see exactly what transformation Time had wrought.
"You are darker than ever," she said.

"You look like a man of the sea." Julio was finding her even lovelier than before, and felt sure that possessing her was well worth all the contrarieties which had brought about his trip to South America.

She was taller than he, with an elegantly proportioned slenderness.

"She has the musical step," Desnoyers had told himself, when seeing her in his imagination; and now, on beholding her again, the first thing that he admired was her rhythmic tread, light and graceful as she passed through the garden seeking another seat.

Her features were not regular but they had a piquant fascination--a true Parisian face.