You are quite recovered now, are you not ?" Pierre listened to her, fascinated by her slow and rather thick voice, in which restrained passion seemed to mingle with much prudent good sense.
And at last he saw her, with her hair so heavy and so dark, her skin so white, the whiteness of ivory.

She had a round face, with somewhat full lips, a small refined nose, features as delicate as a child's.

But it was especially her eyes that lived, immense eyes, whose infinite depths none could fathom.

Was she slumbering?
Was she dreaming?
Did her motionless face conceal the ardent tension of a great saint and a great _amorosa_?
So white, so young, and so calm, her every movement was harmonious, her appearance at once very staid, very noble, and very rhythmical.

In her ears she wore two large pearls of matchless purity, pearls which had come from a famous necklace of her mother's, known throughout Rome.
Pierre apologised and thanked her.