"But I promise you that some time I shall see you face to face, and without masks.
To-morrow--" "Tut, tut!" she reproved.

"There is no to-morrow!" I looked down on her as I stood, and a certain madness of youth seized hold upon me.

I knew that when she rose she would be just tall enough; that she would be round, full, perfect woman in every line of her figure; that her hair would be some sort of dark brown in the daylight; that her eyes would also be of some sort of darkness, I knew not what, for I could not see them fully through the domino.

I could see the hair piled back from the nape of as lovely a neck as ever caught a kiss.

I could see at the edge of the mask that her ear was small and close to the head; could see that her nose must be straight, and that it sprang from the brow strongly, with no weak indentation.