DIANA Diana Von Taer can not be called a type.

She was individual.
Aristocratic to her finger tips, she was unlike all other aristocrats.
An admitted queen of society, her subjects were few and indifferent.

She possessed ancient lineage, was highly accomplished, had been born to the purple, as the saying is; but none of these things conspired to make her the curious creature she was.
As we make her acquaintance she is twenty-three years of age--and looks eighteen.

She is tall and slender and carries her handsome form with exquisite grace.

Diana is never abrupt; her voice is ever modulated to soft, even tones; she rises from a chair or couch with the lithe, sinuous motion of a serpent uncoiling.
Her face, critically regarded, is not so admirable as her form.