Her eyes were fixed on Cecilia, and through her parted lips breath almost seemed to come.

The only colour in the picture was the pale blue of those eyes, the pallid red of those parted lips, the still paler brown of the hair; the rest was shadow.

In the foreground light was falling as though from a street-lamp.
Cecilia thought: "That girl's eyes and mouth haunt me.

Whatever made Blanca choose such a subject?
It is clever, of course--for her.".