Tulee was vexed at heart when she heard him, as he came through the woods, humming, "_C'est l'amour, l'amour_"; and when he entered the cottage, she wished she was a white man, that she could strike him.

But when he said, "Tulee, how is your mistress ?" she civilly answered, "Better, Massa." He passed softly into Rosa's room.

She was lying on the bed, in a loose white robe, over which fell the long braids of her dark hair.
The warm coloring had entirely faded from her cheeks, leaving only that faintest reflection of gold which she inherited from her mother; and the thinness and pallor of her face made her large eyes seem larger and darker.

They were open, but strangely veiled; as if shadows were resting on the soul, like fogs upon a landscape.

When Gerald bent over her, she did not see him, though she seemed to be looking at him.
He called her by the tenderest names; he cried out in agony, "O Rosa, speak to me, darling!" She did not hear him.