It looked as if it were pouring down from her head, and, like the water of the Dustbrook, vanishing in a golden vapour ere it reached the floor.

It came flowing from under the edge of a coronet of gold, set with alternated pearls and emeralds.

In front of the crown was a great emerald, which looked somehow as if out of it had come the light they had followed.

There was no ornament else about her, except on her slippers, which were one mass of gleaming emeralds, of various shades of green, all mingling lovelily like the waving of grass in the wind and sun.

She looked about five-and-twenty years old.