She examined her silk stockings for holes, found one, darned it with a neatness rivaling that of a _stoppeur_.

She removed from her dressing table and put away in drawers everything that was out of place.
She closed each drawer tightly, closed and locked the closets, looked under the bed, turned off the lights over the dressing table.

She completed her toilet with a slow washing of her teeth, a long spraying of her throat, and a deliberate, thoroughgoing dripping of boracic acid into each eye to keep and improve its clearness and brilliancy.

She sat on the bed, reflected on what she had done, to assure herself that nothing had been omitted.

After a slow look around she drew off her bedroom slippers, set them carefully side by side near the head of the bed.