Rossignol," she said.
Celia, indeed, was not alarmed by this last precaution.

For her it was a test less difficult than the light-coloured rustling robe.

She had appeared upon so many platforms, had experienced too often the bungling efforts of spectators called up from the audience, to be in any fear.
There were very few knots from which her small hands and supple fingers had not learnt long since to extricate themselves.

She was aware how much in all these matters the personal equation counted.

Men who might, perhaps, have been able to tie knots from which she could not get free were always too uncomfortable and self-conscious, or too afraid of hurting her white arms and wrists, to do it.