The dress fitted her exactly. It had been made for a slender, buoyant figure, as graceful and pure as a snow-wreath, yet full of warm motion and richness. Indeed, I must confess, that, although correct enough for the time and clime of the owner, it showed too much of the lifting snow for our conceptions of maidenhood: so I drew a gauzy scarf--perhaps a true _fazoletto_--over the velvet slope of the shoulders, and imprisoned it in the valley. This being nicely arranged, I hung her chalcedony charm from her neck, and fastened it to her waist-band. Then I caught up her clustering hair, nearly as thick and long as my own, after the Corsican fashion, snooded it close in ripples with a pink and white-striped mandile, and told her to love herself in the glass, while I ran off to the hot-house for a truss of Stephanotis. This, with a glossy sprig of Gardenia leaves to back it, I fastened cleverly into the clear mandile, on the curve of her elegant head, and my darling was complete. Then I kissed her sweet lips, and admired her, more than she admired herself. "Clara, it does not matter how much trouble you take; you can’t make me look a quarter so well as you do." "Not quite so tall, my darling, nor anything like so naughty; but a thousand times more lovely." "Well, I wish I could think so. I am always longing to change with you." "Don’t talk nonsense, my pretty; if I were a man I should die for you. Now I glory in you as a Vaughan. Come along." I led her through the gallery and to the door of her father’s room, before she had time to think. She did not know but what I was taking her back to my own rooms, along another passage. At the sick man’s door I left her, while I went in to see how much might be safely ventured. My Uncle was leaning back in his deep reclining chair, with his weak eyes fixed most eagerly on the door. In vain he strove to hide his disappointment, and to look at me with gratitude. The wandering mind too plainly hoped for something dearer than a brother’s child. Dismissing Jane through the other room, that she might not encounter Isola, I sat down to examine him. The brandy and water had rallied his vital power, but made him hot and feverish. He kissed my hand to atone for some sharp and impatient expressions, and I saw that the moment was favourable. "Uncle dear, what will you say to me? I have brought you another new visitor, the loveliest girl in London. You know her well by name. You have often longed to see my sweet darling Isola. And she wants to see you so much. Only you must promise me one thing honourably. Be gay and sprightly with her; she is timid in this old house." "My dear, I can’t see her to-night. You don’t mean that of course. Give her my best apologies. You say she is very sweet-tempered; I am sure she will excuse me." "If she would, I will not. Nor would you excuse her, if you knew whom she resembles." "What do you mean? Have you locked my box again?"