Can you see his eyes from here?
I call them Yankee eyes." "Don't abuse the Yankees," said Mrs.Lee; "I am half Yankee myself." "Is that abuse?
Do you mean to deny that they have eyes ?" "I concede that there may be eyes among them; but Virginians are not fair judges of their expression." "Cold eyes," he continued; "steel grey, rather small, not unpleasant in good-humour, diabolic in a passion, but worst when a little suspicious; then they watch you as though you were a young rattle-snake, to be killed when convenient." "Does he not look you in the face ?" "Yes; but not as though he liked you.

His eyes only seem to ask the possible uses you might be put to.

Ah, the vice-president has given him the floor; now we shall have it.

Hard voice, is it not?
like his eyes.
Hard manner, like his voice.

Hard all through." "What a pity he is so dreadfully senatorial!" said Mrs.Lee; "otherwise I rather admire him." "Now he is settling down to his work," continued Carrington.