At any rate, he came to me like a madman and asked what had become of you.

'I don't know, sir,' said I; 'they took her away from me long ago.

Possibly she is married.' I had no sooner uttered these words than the young man grew quite pale, and cast himself on the very sofa which you embroidered, on which is a couple of billing doves in the middle of a wreath of roses.

I was sorry for the poor man, as he was a fine, handsome young fellow; in fact, I never saw a handsomer man in my life.

What eyebrows! And his face, too, so pale and refined, a hand like velvet, a beautiful mouth, and a commanding figure.
I cannot get him out of my head.