Two Years Of Service In The Zouaves Had Wrought A Change In
Anastase Gouache, The Painter. He Was Still A Light Man, Nervously
Built, With Small Hands And Feet, And A Delicate Face; But
Constant Exposure To The Weather Had Browned His Skin, And A Life
Of Unceasing Activity Had Strengthened His Sinews And Hardened His
Compact Frame. The Clustering Black Curls Were Closely Cropped,
Too, While The Delicate Dark Moustache Had Slightly Thickened. He
Had Grown To Be A Very Soldierly Young Fellow, Straight And Alert,
Quick Of Hand And Eye, Inured To That Perpetual Readiness Which Is
The First Characteristic Of The Good Soldier, Whether In Peace Or
War. The Dreamy Look That Was So Often In His Face In The Days
When He Sat Upon A High Stool Painting The Portrait Of Donna
Tullia Mayer, Had Given Place To An Expression Of Wide-Awake
Curiosity In The World's Doings.