And on this occasion he assiduously deciphered the features and the figure of this woman as an interesting prophecy.

He discovered nothing either of bad or good augury.

Madame Nanteuil, plump, fresh-complexioned, cool-skinned, was not unattractive with the sensuous fullness of her contours.

But her daughter did not in the least resemble her.
Seeing her so collected and serene, he said to her: "You yourself are not of a nervous temperament ?" "I have never been nervous.

My daughter does not take after me.