Susan Lenox, Her Fall and Rise With a Portrait of the Author #247351

His were the clearest, bluest, most honest eyes I ever saw — eyes that scorned untruth — eyes that penetrated all sham. In repose his handsome features were a trifle stern and the magic of his smile was the more wonderful — such a sunny, youthful, engaging smile. His mere presence in a room was exhilarating. It seemed to freshen the very air with a keen sweetness almost pungent. He was tall, spare, leisurely, iron-strong; yet figure, features and bearing were delightfully boyish.