Not yet, in Winona's view, had he actually gone down into the depths of social obliquity; but she soon knew he had made the joyous descent.
The dreadful secret was revealed when he appeared for his supper one evening with a black eye.

That is, it would have been known technically as a black eye--even Winona knew what to call it.

Actually it was an eye of many colours, shading delicately from pale yellow at the edge to richest variegated purple at the centre.

The eye itself--it was the right--was all but closed by the gorgeously puffed tissue surrounding it, and of no practical use to its owner.

The still capable left eye, instead of revealing concern for this ignominy, gleamed a lively pride in its overwhelming completeness.