No, never a word! It was grander that way, and she drove her public wild by simply showing herself.

You wouldn't find another body like hers! Such shoulders as she had, and such legs and such a figure! Strange that she should be dead! You know, above her tights she had nothing on but a golden girdle which hardly concealed her behind and in front.

All round her the grotto, which was entirely of glass, shone like day.

Cascades of diamonds were flowing down; strings of brilliant pearls glistened among the stalactites in the vault overhead, and amid the transparent atmosphere and flowing fountain water, which was crossed by a wide ray of electric light, she gleamed like the sun with that flamelike skin and hair of hers.

Paris would always picture her thus--would see her shining high up among crystal glass like the good God Himself.