Certainly there was not a line upon the smoothness of her cheeks; her dark hair had lost none of its gloss.

She took her features one by one, and found no trace of change.

Nor, indeed, scrutinised in that way did Stella show any change.

It was when you saw her across a room that you recognised that girlhood had gone, and that there was a woman in the full ripeness of her beauty.
"Yes," she said, and her listlessness began to disappear.

She turned away from the mirror.