"What a good-looking man he is!"
The praise applied to Mr. Elster, after whom he was throwing a parting
look. Jones gave an ungracious assent, and turned into the shed where the
lamps were kept, to begin his morning's work.
All the world would have been ready to echo the station-master's words
as to the good looks of Percival Elster, known universally amidst his
friends as Val Elster; for these good looks did not lie so much in actual
beauty--which one lauds, and another denies, according to its style--as
in the singularly pleasant expression of countenance; a gift that finds
its weight with all.
He possessed a bright face; his complexion was fair and fresh, his eyes
were blue and smiling, his features were good; and as he walked down
the road, and momentarily lifted his hat to push his light hair--as much
of a golden colour as hair ever is--from his brow, and gave a cordial
"good-day" to those who met him on their way to work--few strangers but
would have given him a second look of admiration. A physiognomist might
have found fault with the face; and, whilst admitting its sweet
expression, would have condemned it for its utter want of resolution.
What of that? The inability to say "no" to any sort of persuasion,
whether for good or ill; in short, a total absence of what may be called
moral courage; had been from his childhood Val Elster's besetting sin.
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