“If I were beautiful like Annabel,———” she began.

“Beela!”

“———or Lentala, and———”

“Beela!”

“———and were pink and white———”

“Beela!”

She made exactly such a face at herself in the mirror as Lentala had, and suddenly turned on me.

“Joseph, Lentala used to be beautiful and good and true, and an angel.”

“She is all of that yet.”

She returned the case to her bosom.