Her straight nose was delicately cut, her rounded chin admirably moulded.

A lover of beauty would have been at a loss whether more to admire her clear, germander eyes, so melting and so adorable, or the sensitive mouth, with its rather full lips, inviting all the kisses.

But assuredly he would have been grieved by the perpetual air of sadness which rested on the beautiful face--the wistful melancholy of the Slav, deepened by something of personal misfortune and suffering.
Her face was framed by a mass of soft fair hair, shot with strands of gold where the sunlight fell on it; and little curls, rebellious to the comb, strayed over her white forehead, tiny feathers of gold.
She was addressing envelopes, and a long list of names lay on her left hand.

When she had addressed an envelope, she slipped into it a wedding-card.

On each was printed: "M.