The picture of an absurdly small child--the child to whom this room had once belonged--standing before it naked, rose before her eyes.

She had wanted to see herself.

She had thought that only her clothes stood in the way.

If we could but see ourselves, as in some magic mirror?
All the garments usage and education has dressed us up in laid aside.

What was she underneath her artificial niceties, her prim moralities, her laboriously acquired restraints, her unconscious pretences and hypocrisies?
She changed her clothes for a loose robe, and putting out the light drew back the curtains.