Note her little library of big books, her writing desk and hour-glass, her pen and ink.

Carpaccio of course gives her a dog.

Her slippers are beside the bed and her little feet make a tiny hillock in the bedclothes: Carpaccio was the man to think of that! The windows are open and she has no mosquito net.

Her princess's crown is at the foot of the bed, or is it perchance her crown of glory?
We next see the shipload of bishops and virgins arriving at Cologne.
There are fewer Carpaccio touches here, but he has characteristically put a mischievous youth at the end of a boom.

There is also a dog on the landing-stage and a bird in the tree.