Her body was sleek and sinuous in its silken vesture; arms and shoulders were startlingly white; and when she turned, facing Aldous, her black eyes flashed fires of deviltry and allurement.
For a moment he stared into her face.

If he had not been looking closely he would not have caught the swift change that shot into the siren-like play of her orbs.

It was almost instantaneous.

Her slow-travelling glance stopped as she saw him.

He saw the quick intake of her breath, a sudden compression of her lips, the startled, searching scrutiny of a pair of eyes from which, for a moment, all the languor and coquetry of her trade were gone.