The thick, fair braids, wound simply around her shapely head, gave her an appearance of almost childish youth, and the sight made Iras feel as if she, and Cleopatra also, were outwitted.
In the dimly lighted atrium of the house near the Paneum garden, she had noticed only that Barine wore something white.

Had it been merely a night robe, so much the better.

But she might have appeared in her present garb at the festival of Isis.

The most careful deliberation could have selected nothing more suitable or becoming.

And did this vain woman go to rest with costly gold ornaments?
Else how did the circlet chance to be on her arm?
Each of Cleopatra's charms seemed to Iras, who knew them all, like a valuable possession of her own.