It reflected a weak, ungraceful figure and thin face.

Her eyes, always sad, now looked with particular hopelessness at her reflection in the glass.

"She flatters me," thought the princess, turning away and continuing to read.

But Julie did not flatter her friend, the princess' eyes--large, deep and luminous (it seemed as if at times there radiated from them shafts of warm light)--were so beautiful that very often in spite of the plainness of her face they gave her an attraction more powerful than that of beauty.

But the princess never saw the beautiful expression of her own eyes--the look they had when she was not thinking of herself.