The flower of manhood was now wearing a slightly quizzical expression. I suppose he wasn’t used to young ladies looking at him as if they’d found a nest of rats in their hatbox. It is almost beyond my power to describe him. He had pale skin, black curly hair, a deep crease in his cheek that flashed when he smiled, and eyes as blue as speedwell. Each part of his colouring was designed to heighten the other. I will stop there—I do not like to lose my head while describing a man.
