A kind of sleepy Venus seemed Dudù, Yet very fit to "murder sleep"[350] in those Who gazed upon her cheek's transcendent hue, Her Attic forehead, and her Phidian nose: Few angles were there in her form, 't is true, Thinner she might have been, and yet scarce lose; Yet, after all, 't would puzzle to say where It would not spoil some separate charm to _pare_. XLIII. She was not violently lively, but Stole on your spirit like a May-day breaking; Her eyes were not too sparkling, yet, half-shut, They put beholders in a tender taking; She looked (this simile's quite new) just cut From marble, like Pygmalion's statue waking, The mortal and the marble still at strife, And timidly expanding into Life. XLIV. Lolah demanded the new damsel's name-- "Juanna."--Well, a pretty name enough. Katinka asked her also whence she came-- "From Spain."--"But where _is_ Spain?"--"Don't ask such stuff, Nor show your Georgian ignorance--for shame!" Said Lolah, with an accent rather rough, To poor Katinka: "Spain's an island near Morocco, betwixt Egypt and Tangier." XLV. Dudù said nothing, but sat down beside Juanna, playing with her veil or hair; And, looking at her steadfastly, she sighed, As if she pitied her for being there, A pretty stranger without friend or guide, And all abashed, too, at the general stare Which welcomes hapless strangers in all places, With kind remarks upon their mien and faces. XLVI. But here the Mother of the Maids drew near, With "Ladies, it is time to go to rest. I'm puzzled what to do with _you_, my dear!" She added to Juanna, their new guest: "Your coming has been unexpected here, And every couch is occupied; you had best Partake of mine; but by to-morrow early We will have all things settled for you fairly." XLVII. Here Lolah interposed--"Mamma, you know You don't sleep soundly, and I cannot bear That anybody should disturb you so; I'll take Juanna; we're a slenderer pair Than you would make the half of;--don't say no; And I of your young charge will take due care." But here Katinka interfered, and said, "She also had compassion and a bed." XLVIII. "Besides, I hate to sleep alone," quoth she. The matron frowned: "Why so?"--"For fear of ghosts," Replied Katinka; "I am sure I see A phantom upon each of the four posts; And then I have the worst dreams that can be, Of Guebres, Giaours, and Ginns, and Gouls in hosts." The dame replied, "Between your dreams and you, I fear Juanna's dreams would be but few. XLIX.