Her eyes, too, were full of life and brilliancy, and even
when she was silent her mouth would speak. Nor was there a fault
within the oval of her face upon which the hypercritics of mature
age could set a finger. Her teeth were excellent both in form and
colour, but were seen seldom. Who does not know that look of
ubiquitous ivory produced by teeth which are too perfect in a face
which is otherwise poor? Her nose at the base spread a little,--so
that it was not purely Grecian. But who has ever seen a nose to be
eloquent and expressive, which did not spread? It was, I think,
the vitality of her countenance,--the way in which she could speak
with every feature, the command which she had of pathos, of
humour, of sympathy, of satire, the assurance which she gave by
every glance of her eye, every elevation of her brow, every curl
of her lip, that she was alive to all that was going on,--it was
all this rather than those feminine charms which can be catalogued
and labelled that made all acknowledge that she was beautiful.
'Lord Silverbridge,' said Mr Boncassen, speaking a little through
his nose, 'I am proud to make your acquaintance, sir.
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