Turning to the source of the voice, Kathleen saw that it was a middle aged man, but unlike the others, he wore a deep blue gown. His face mask was slightly pulled down below his chin. He looked about sixty years old.
He was tall and had well groomed features, from the depth of his eyes to the charming voice he just spoke with, he was still very attractive despite his age.
His gaze was warm and calming, giving one a sense of comfort and tranquility.
"Those eyes…" he muttered as the smile on his face changed to a slightly bewildered look the moment his eyes met with Kathleen's.
He recollected himself almost immediately but not in time enough for Kathleen to miss the change in his countenance.
'What was happening today?' she wondered, 'first it was Aunt Elizabeth and now this man referring to her eyes.'
