I believe she has taken it to bed with her, as a seven-year-old does its toy.

She certainly kept it by her all the evening and admired herself therein unashamedly like the traditional Lady from the Sea.

Once, desiring to show me the ravishing beauty of a turquoise pendant, she bent her neck forward, as I sat, so as to come within reach of my nearsighted eyes (it is a superstition of hers that I am nearly blind without my glasses), and quite naturally slid onto my knee.

She has the warm russet complexion that suits her heavy bronze hair, and there is a glow beneath the satin of her neck and arms.

And she is fragrant--I recognise it now--of hyacinths.