"Don't you admire her?" he went on--"I must confess she is cold,--a very
chilly vestal indeed,--but snow often covers volcanoes! She has good
features, and a naturally clear complexion."
Despite my intention to be reticent, I could not endure this tame
description.
"She is perfectly beautiful,"--I said emphatically. "The dullest eyes
must see that. There is not a fault to be found with her. And she is
wise to be reserved and cold--were she too lavish of her smiles and too
seductive in manner, she might drive many men not only into folly, but
madness."