Ah, Clare, if you could get better I should not have a wish left ungratified." Then, still smiling at Clare's nervous fancy, I went to the drawing-room.

Coralie was there awaiting me.

The picture, in all its details, rises before me as vividly as though I had only seen it yesterday.
Although the day had been warm, the evening was chilly, and a small fire burned brightly in the grate; the lamps were lighted, and gleamed like huge, soft, warm, pearls; the air of the room was heavy with sweet and subtle perfume.

I have seen no woman who could arrange flowers like Coralie.

The way in which she gathered them and placed each fragrant flower so that it could be most perfectly seen was wonderful.