Dutton Cook,
Once a Week
(1862)
“ She was so natural and unconfined in all her movements, her frame so lithe, her hands and feet so small and beautifully formed. Who can wonder that the old man yielded to the spell of her presence ?—who could have resisted it ? Yet who could have recognised this winning Regine in the frowning Mademoiselle Pichot—reserved, repellent, silent, before her supposed parents ? In this unattractive character my uncle had never seen her. ”
