Gloria Victis! by Ossip Schubin

Two young men entered -- two Counts Lodrin. They bore the same name; they were the sons of brothers -- and as unlike each other as possible.

With regard to Oswald -- the "Ossi" of whom Truyn made mention a while before. -- Gabrielle was convinced that no sculptured classic god, none of Raphael's cherubim could compare with him in beauty and distinction. She was perhaps alone in this view, although it must be confessed that few mortal men surpassed him in these two respects. About six and twenty, tall, slender -- very dark -- a gay, good-humoured smile on his handsome, aristocratic face -- with an eager, ardent manner -- and with what might be called the gypsy-like distinction that characterizes an entire class of the Austrian aristocracy he was the embodiment of chivalric youth. With all the attractiveness of his face, his eyes struck you at once -- it would be hard to say what was wrong about them, whether they were too large, or too dark.