She was dressed entirely in black, and her fair face stood out wonderfully clear and bright against the darkness.

Truly she looked more like an angel than a woman, though perhaps you will think she is not so beautiful after all, for she is so unlike our Roman ladies.

She has a delicate nose, full of sentiment, and pointed a little downward for pride; she has deep blue eyes, wide apart and dreamy, and a little shaded by brows that are quite level and even, with a straight pencilling over them, that looks really as if it were painted.

Her lips are very red and gentle, and her face is very white, so that the little ringlet that has escaped control looks like a gold tracery on a white marble ground.
And there she sat with the last light from the tall windows and the first from the great wax candles shining on her, while all around seemed dark by contrast.

She looked like an angel; and quite as cold, perhaps most of you would say.