If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity: I had never seen that handsome-featured face of his look more like chiselled marble than it did just now, as he put aside his snow-wet hair from his forehead and let the firelight shine free on his pale brow and cheek as pale, where it grieved me to discover the hollow trace of care or sorrow now so plainly graved.
Je n'avais jamais vu ses beaux traits aussi semblables à du marbre, qu'au moment où, jetant de côté ses cheveux mouillés par la neige, il laissa la lumière du foyer briller librement sur son front et ses joues si pâles. Je fus attristée en remarquant les traces évidentes du souci et du chagrin.