As I looked at his lofty forehead, still and pale as a white stone--at his fine lineaments fixed in study--I comprehended all at once that he would hardly make a good husband: that it would be a trying thing to be his wife.
Mientras contemplaba su frente, pálida y serena como el mármol, y las bellas facciones de su rostro absorto en la lectura, comprendí que nunca podría ser un buen marido y que su esposa sería muy desgraciada.