“How was she dressed?”
“In deep mourning.”
“Will you describe her personal appearance?”
“Oh, yes; she was so beautiful it would be a real pleasure to do so. She was rather small and slender, but not thin. She had a clear, olive complexion, with full, pouting, crimson lips, and large soft, dark eyes, shaded with long black eyelashes, and arched with slender, jet black eyebrows, and her hair was black as jet, and curled in long spiral ringlets all around her head.”
“Had she a little black mole over her right eye?”
“Yes; and another at the left corner of her mouth; they were both very pretty.”
“It is Eudora Leaton!” said the princess, addressing the admiral.
“There is no doubt of it, and I shall give information to the police to-morrow,” replied the latter.
“Sir?” inquired Annella, looking uneasily, she scarcely knew why, towards her grandfather.
“Nothing, my dear, only we think the young lady you mention is an acquaintance of ours. And now, my dear, your looks betray so much weariness, that I must order you off to bed. Grandmother, will you touch the bell?”