Sibyl was playing Rosalind.
Of course, the scenery was dreadful and the Orlando absurd.

But Sibyl! You should have seen her! When she came on in her boy's clothes, she was perfectly wonderful.

She wore a moss-coloured velvet jerkin with cinnamon sleeves, slim, brown, cross-gartered hose, a dainty little green cap with a hawk's feather caught in a jewel, and a hooded cloak lined with dull red.

She had never seemed to me more exquisite.

She had all the delicate grace of that Tanagra figurine that you have in your studio, Basil.