"Let us look at her, but only for the sake of art." "And then what a sight met his eyes," as Raoul says in "The Huguenots." Seraphine was admirable beautiful.

Her splendid figure, cleverly set off by the cut of her solitary garment, showed itself provocatively through the half-transparent material.

All the imperious fever of desire woke afresh in Rodolphe's veins.

A warm mist mounted to his brain.

He looked at Seraphine otherwise than from a purely aesthetic point of view and took the pretty girl's hands in his own.