Her dress was sea-green silk of a rare loom, and clung closely about her.

It had scales upon it of dull gold, which gave back a lustrous under-gleam of coppery red as she moved.

She had a pale, eager face, lined with precision enough, but filled more with passion than womanly charm.

Her eyes were emerald and beautiful, as the sea is when you look down upon it from a height and the white sand shines up through the clear depths.
Such was Ysolinde, daughter of Gerard von Sturm, favorer of Lubber Fiends and creator of this strange paradise through which she glided like a spangled Orient serpent.
As I made my way humbly enough across to Master Gerard's room his daughter did not speak to me, only followed me boldly, and yet, as it seemed to me, somewhat wistfully too, with her sea-green eyes.

And as the door was closing upon me I saw her beckon the serving-man.
But I, on the inner side of the door, and with Master Gerard von Sturm before me, had enough to do to tell my tale and answer his questions without troubling my head about green-eyed girls.
Master Gerard was as remarkable looking to the full as his daughter, with the same luminously green eyes.