She would like to see herself beside this other woman and compare the beauty he loved with the beauty that could not touch him.

It was very easy.

She found a small mirror, and set it up upon the back of the sofa, on a level with Beatrice's head.

Then she changed the position of the lamp and looked at herself, and touched her hair, and smoothed her brow, and loosened the black lace about her white throat.

And she looked from herself to Beatrice, and back to herself again, many times.
"It is strange that black should suit us both so well--she so dark and I so fair!" she said.