Painters had tried to reproduce them, and had given up the effort, in despair of seizing any one expression in the bewildering variety of expressions which they presented to view.

They were eyes that could charm at one moment and terrify at another; eyes that could set people laughing or crying almost at will.

In action and in repose they were irresistible alike.

When they first descried Mercy running to the door, they brightened gayly with the merriment of a child.

When she turned and faced him, they changed instantly, softening and glowing as they mutely owned the interest and the admiration which the first sight of her had roused in him.