She was still very young.

And when she counted her remaining years to threescore, they seemed an eternity.
The pall which had rested on her life since her uncle and her lover parted after their stormy interview was lifted; she could smile, could laugh, could breathe in the fresh air, and cry, "How good it all is!" Demetrius held his men under control with an iron hand.

If ever the pirate ship was filled with sights and sounds unseemly for a lady's eyes and ears, there were none of them now.

Cornelia was a princess, abjectly waited on by her subjects.

Demetrius's attention outran all her least desires.