Nana had grown absorbed in her ecstatic self-contemplation.

She was bending her neck and was looking attentively in the mirror at a little brown mark above her right haunch.

She was touching it with the tip of her finger and by dint of bending backward was making it stand out more clearly than ever.

Situated where it was, it doubtless struck her as both quaint and pretty.

After that she studied other parts of her body with an amused expression and much of the vicious curiosity of a child.