'I should like a description of him feature by feature,' I said.
She laughed, and said, 'I suppose I must begin with his forehead
then. It was almost of the tone of marble, and contrasted, but not
too violently, with the thin crop of dark hair slightly curling round
the temples, which were partly bald. The forehead in its form was so
perfect that it seemed to shed its own beauty over all the other
features; it prevented me from noticing, as I afterwards did, that
these other features--the features below the eyes, were not in
themselves beautiful. The eyes, which looked at me through
spectacles, were of a colour between hazel and blue-grey, but there
were lights shining within them which were neither grey, nor hazel,
nor blue--wonderful lights. And it was to these indescribable lights,
moving and alive in the deeps of the pupils, that his face owed its
extraordinary attractiveness. Have I sufficiently described him? or
am I to go on taking his face to pieces for you?'
'Go on, Winnie--pray go on.'
'Well, then, between the eyes, across the top of the nose, where the
bridge of the spectacles rested, there was a strongly marked indented
line which had the appearance of having been made by long-continued
pressure of the spectacle frame.
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