She had an abundance of fair hair, the color of which concealed the silver threads which plentifully interspersed it.

A subtle perfume hung about her, and her pale blue eyes were full of pride and cold disdain.
"You know how to time your visits so well, doctor!" said she.

"I am thoroughly bored, and am utterly weary of books, for it always seems to me, when I read, that I had perused the same thing before somewhere or other.

You have arrived at so opportune a moment, that you appear to be a favorite of timely chance." The doctor was indeed a favorite of chance; but the name of the chance was Baptiste Mascarin.
"I see so few visitors," continued Madame de Mussidan, "that hardly any one comes to see me.

I must really set aside one day in the week for my at home; for when I do happen to stay at home, I feel fearfully dull and lonely.