I was plunged in this occupation for a longer time than I could accurately measure, when I was warned by a kind of instinct that some one was behind me. I turned and saw a marvellous being, her head surmounted by a gold hawk and the pure and adorable lines of her young body revealed by a clinging white sheath. Over this a transparent rose-coloured tunic, bound at the waist by a girdle of precious stones, fell and separated into symmetrical folds. Arms and feet were bare and loaded with rings.
She stood before me, her head turned towards her right shoulder in a hieratic attitude which gave to her delicious beauty something indescribably divine.
“What! Is that you, Miss Morgan?”
“Unless it is Neferu-Ra in person. You remember the Neferu-Ra of Leconte de Lisle, the Beauty of the Sun?”
“‘Pallid and pining on her virgin bed,
Swathed in fine lawns from dainty foot to head.‘{*}
* “Voici qu’elle languit sur son lit virginal,
Très pâle, enveloppée avec des fines toiles.”
“But of course you don’t know. You know nothing of verse. And yet verses are so pretty. Come! Let’s go to work.”
Having mastered my emotion, I made some remarks to this charming young person about her enchanting costume. I ventured to criticise certain details as departing from archaeological accuracy. I proposed to replace certain gems in the setting of the rings by others more universally in use in the Middle Empire. Finally I decidedly opposed the wearing of a clasp of cloisonné enamel. In fact, this jewel was a most odious anachronism. We at last agreed to replace this by a boss of precious stones deep set in fine gold. She listened with great docility, and seemed so pleased with me that she even asked me to stay to dinner. I excused myself because of my regular habits and the simplicity of my diet and took my leave. I was already in the vestibule when she called after me:
“Well, now, is my costume sufficiently smart? How mad I shall make all the other women at the Countess’s ball!”
I was shocked at the remark. But having turned towards her I saw her again, and again I fell under her spell.
She called me back.