"Listen!" said she. "Look at me!"
But as she spoke she sat down in a less lighted part of the chamber.
"Listen and look!" said she, in a stifled voice. "Dost Thou see spots on my face? But come no nearer."
"I see nothing," answered the serving woman.
"Neither under my left eye nor on my brows?" asked she, with growing irritation.
"Let the lady be pleased graciously to sit with the side of her face to the light," said the woman.
Of course that request enraged Kama.
"Away, wretch," cried she; "show thyself no more to me!"
When the serving-woman fled, her mistress rushed feverishly to the dressing-table, opened two little toilet jars, and with a brush painted her face rose-color.
Toward evening, feeling continual pain in her joints and fear in her heart, which was worse than pain, she commanded to call a physician. When they told her that the physician had come, she looked at the mirror, and was seized by a new attack, as it were of insanity. She threw the mirror to the pavement, and cried out with weeping that she did not need the physician.