The prevalent expression is still—the Benign.
BULLER.
A singular mixture of tenderness and truculence.
SEWARD.
Asleep it is absolutely saint-like.
BULLER.
It reminds me of the faces of Chantry's Sleeping Children in Litchfield Cathedral.
SEWARD.
Composure is the word. Composure is mute Harmony.
BULLER.