Pure and youthful in outline and rich in colouring, a little cruel when firmly closed, it reminded one irresistibly of that portrait of an unknown gentleman in the Borghese gallery, that profound and mysterious work of art in which the fascinated imagination has sought to recognise the features of the divine Cesare Borgia depicted by the divine Sanzio.

As soon as the lips parted in a smile the resemblance vanished, and the square, even dazzlingly white teeth lit up a mouth as fresh and jocund as a child's.
The moment Andrea turned, Elena withdrew her eyes, though not so quickly but that the young man caught the flash.

His delight was so poignant that it sent the blood flaming to his face.
'She is attracted by me!' he thought to himself, inwardly exulting in the assurance of having found favour in the eyes of this rare creature.
'This is a joy I have never experienced before!' he said to himself.
There are certain glances from a woman's eye which a lover would not exchange for anything else she can offer him later.

He who has not seen that first love-light kindle in a limpid eye has never touched the highest point of human bliss.

No future moment can ever approach that one.
The conversation around them grew more animated, and Elena asked him--'Are you staying the winter in Rome ?' 'The whole winter--and longer,' was Andrea's reply, to whom the simple question seemed to open up a promise.
'Ah, then you have set up a home here ?' 'Yes, in the Casa Zuccari--_domus aurea_.' 'At the Trinita de' Monti ?--Lucky being!' 'Why lucky ?' 'Because you live on a spot I have a great liking for.' 'You are quite right I always think--don't you ?--that there the most perfect essence of Rome is concentrated as in a cup.' 'Quite true! I have hung up my heart--both Catholic and Pagan--as an _ex-voto_ between the obelisk of the Trinita and the column of the Conception.' She laughed as she spoke.