In truth, she forgot everything but her love and her lover.

That evening, after she had assisted Madge to prepare for bed, as was her custom, Dorothy stood before her mirror making her toilet for the night.

In the flood of her newly found ecstasy she soon forgot that Madge was in the room.
Dorothy stood before her mirror with her face near to its polished surface, that she might scrutinize every feature, and, if possible, verify John's words.
"He called me 'my beauty' twice," she thought, "and 'my Aphrodite' once." Then her thoughts grew into unconscious words, and she spoke aloud:-- "I wish he could see me now." And she blushed at the thought, as she should have done.

"He acted as if he meant all he said," she thought.

"I know he meant it.