She wrote a letter to me—the most perfectly fascinating letter — and I told her to call, and we looked her over. She wore a beautiful sky-blue gown with gold stars on it — one of those Greek ones, you know, like poor, dear Isadora Duncan wore — and a gold star in the middle of her forehead.
It makes her look like a unicorn, that star," Ravenswood Wimble said. But then nobody ever pleases Ravenswood Wimble completely. He is so — if you get me.
"If a unicorn, then a celestial unicorn," Fothy Finch said. Fothy is too dear for anything; he is always hunting for the good in people, like Apollo, or Euripides — which was it? — when they gave him the basket full of wheat and chaff, and he separated them. Or maybe it was Diogenes.
She has six sisters, and they are all astrologers, and they call them the Pleiades.
Although Voke Easeley, in his horrid slangy way, said: "Pleiades? She's a Bear!"
Don't you just utterly loathe slang?
Bit I was going to tell you about the lovely letter she wrote — that's what attracted me to her at the first.
"Have you never asked yourself," it began
"'Why was I born?'"
Fancy knowing that about one! If there is one question I have asked myself thousands and thousands of times it is, "Why was I born?"
And then the letter went on to talk about horoscopes and the Inevitable.