She was perhaps the delicious, inexpressible, once-in-a-century blend.
On the night of her debut she is, for all her strange, stray wisdom, quite like a happy little girl.

Her mother's maid has just done her hair, but she has decided impatiently that she can do a better job herself.

She is too nervous just now to stay in one place.

To that we owe her presence in this littered room.

She is going to speak.
ISABELLE'S alto tones had been like a violin, but if you could hear ROSALIND, you would say her voice was musical as a waterfall.) ROSALIND: Honestly, there are only two costumes in the world that I really enjoy being in--( Combing her hair at the dressing-table.) One's a hoop skirt with pantaloons; the other's a one-piece bathing-suit.