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io8 PRIXCE OTTO
CHAPTEE Y. ;:
. . . GONDREMARK IS IN MY LADY's CIIAMBEE.
The Countess von Eosen spoke the truth. The
great Prime Minister of Grilnewald Avas ah^eacly
closeted with Seraphina. The toilet was over ;
and the Princess, tastefully arrayed, sat face to
face with a tall mirror. Sir John's description
was unkindly true, true in terms and yet a hbel,
a misogynistic masterpiece. Her forehead was
perhaps too high, but it became her ; her figure
somewhat stooped, but every detail was formed
and finished like a gem ; her hand, her foot, her
ear, the set of her comely head, were all dainty
and accordant ; if she was not beautiful, she was
vivid, changeful, coloured, and pretty with a
thousand various prettinesses ; and her eyes, if
they indeed rolled too consciously, yet rolled to
purpose. They were her most attractive feature,
yet they continually bore eloquent false witness
to her thoughts ; for while she herself, in the
depths of her immature, unsoftened heart, was