The shock that came next was to see Danneskjold smile: it waslike seeing the first green of spring on the sculptured planes of aniceberg. Rearden realized suddenly, for the first time, thatDanneskjold's face was more than handsome, that it had the startlingbeauty of physical perfection-the hard, proud features, the scornfulmouth of a Viking's statue-yet he had not been aware of it, almost asif the dead sternness of the face had forbidden the impertinence ofan appraisal.