...of comparison

The page-boy announced the arrival of the two friends and they came into the room; Bersyenev introduced Insarov. Elena asked them to be seated and herself sat down while Zoya went upstairs to warn Anna Vassilyevna. The conversation which ensued was trivial enough, like all first conversations. Shubin looked on from a corner in silence, but there was really nothing particular to be seen. In Elena he observed signs of suppressed irritation with him, Shubin - and that was all. He looked at Insarov and Bersyenev and, in the way of a sculptor, compared their faces. Neither, he thought, was good-looking in himself; the Bulgarian's face had character, was sculpturesque and just now it was well-lighted; the Russian seemed rather to call for the art of the painter; there were strong lines there, but there was no personality. But when all was said, a girl might well fall in love with either of them. She wasn't in love yet, but she would come to love Bersyenev; that was his conclusion.

[On The Eve, Turgenev, I. S.]