Isabel, as a dispassionate witness, had not been struck with the force of Mrs. Touchett＇s characterisation of her visitor, who had an expressive,communicative, responsive face, by no means of the sort which, to Isabel＇s mind, suggested a secretive disposition. It was a face that told of an amplitude of nature and of quick and free motions and,though it had no regular beauty, was in the highest degree engaging and attaching. Madame Merle was a tall, fair, smooth woman; everything in her person was round and replete, though without those accumulations which suggest heaviness. Her features were thick but in perfect proportion and harmony,and her complexion had a healthy clearness. Her grey eyes were small but full of light and incapable of stupidity—incapable, according to some people, even of tears; she had a liberal, full-rimmed mouth which when she smiled drew itself upward to the left side in a manner that most people thought very odd, some very affected and a few very graceful. Isabel inclined to range herself in the last category. Madame Merle had thick, fair hair, arranged somehow "classically"and as if she were a Bust, Isabel judged—a Juno or a Niobe; and large white hands, of a perfect shape,a shape so perfect that their possessor, preferring to leave them unadorned, wore no jewelled rings.Isabel had taken her at first, as we have seen, for a Frenchwoman; but extended observation might have ranked her as a German—a German of high degree, perhaps an Austrian, a baroness, a countess, a princess. It would never have been supposed she had come into the world in Brooklyn—though one could doubtless not have carried through any argument that the air of distinction marking her in so eminent a degree was inconsistent with such a birth. It was true that the national banner had 昀oated immediately over her cradle, and the breezy freedom of the stars and stripes might have shed an in昀uence upon the attitude she there took towards life. And yet she had evidently nothing of the 昀uttered, 昀apping quality of a morsel of bunting in the wind; her manner expressed the repose and con昀dence which come from a large experience.Experience, however, had not quenched her youth;it had simply made her sympathetic and supple. She was in a word a woman of strong impulses kept in admirable order. This commended itself to Isabel as an ideal combination.