ed walls； a cupboard with glass doors contained some books and an ancient set of china。 There was no superfluous ornament in the room—not one modern piece of furniture； save a brace of workboxes and a lady’s desk in rosewood； which stood on a side…table： everything—including the carpet and curtains—looked at once well worn and well saved。
Mr。 St。 John—sitting as still as one of the dusty pictures on the walls； keeping his eyes fixed on the page he perused； and his lips mutely sealed—was easy enough to examine。 Had he been a statue instead of a man； he could not have been easier。 He was young— perhaps from twenty…eight to thirty—tall； slender； his face riveted the eye； it was like a Greek face； very pure in outline： quite a straight； classic nose； quite an Athenian mouth and chin。 It is seldom； indeed； an English face es so near the antique models as did his。 He might well be a little shocked at the irregularity of my lineaments； his own being so harmonious。 His eyes were large and blue； with brown lashes； his high forehead； colourless as ivory； was partially streaked over by careless locks of fair hair。
This is a gentle delineation； is it not； reader？ Yet he whom it describes scarcely impressed one with the idea of a gentle； a yielding； an impressible； or even of a placid nature。 Quiescent as he now sat； there was something about his nostril； his mouth； his brow； which； to my perceptions； indicated elements within either restless； or hard； or eager。 He did not speak to me one word； nor even direct to me one glance； till his sisters returned。 Diana； as she passed in and out； in the course of preparing tea； brought me a little cake； baked on the top of the oven。
“Eat that now；” she said： “you must be hungry。 Hannah says you have had nothing but some g