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Show Page 18 stifle a giggle. "And is flattened at the tip as though he spent his childhood with it pressed 'gainst a windowpane." "He has a fine cleft in his chin." "It was placed there a-purpose to divide his beard neatly in half," I answered airily. "And while his nose is long and blunt, that beard is short and pointed." Our critical appraisal of Lieutenant Kean had amused us vastly and we broke into a spate of giggling. When our laughter stilled, I said, "I must confess this is the first time I have ever really looked at the man, for I notice not his appearance but only his manner when he is about. Each feature taken alone, as we did just now, would be rather ill-fitting. But joined together in one visage, they all seem to belong. Mayhap he is handsome." "In truth, he is," sighed Anne. "And the scar upon his cheek makes him more so." "I wonder how he came to earn it?" "It is rumored he served the king in Holland. Perhaps a Spaniard delivered the blow that so marked him," Anne said. At that moment Lieutenant Kean began to walk to where we sat crouched out of the wind. He carried his head high, as he was wont to do, and, his nostrils flaring, seemed to sniff the wind as does a wild pony upon the moors. I looked at Anne with dismay when he stopped beside us. |