He saw into her daily life, her little ways and manners, her habits, her very thoughts.

And was there not in the air of that room a certain faint perfume that he knew, that recalled her to his mind with marvellous vividness?
As he put the candle down upon the bureau he saw her hairbrush lying there.

Instantly he picked it up, and, without knowing why, held it to his face.

With what a delicious odor was it redolent! That heavy, enervating odor of her hair--her wonderful, royal hair! The smell of that little hairbrush was talismanic.

He had but to close his eyes to see her as distinctly as in a mirror.