ABSTRACT
The pretty chambermaid continued near the dressing-table; and I had, from the situation in which I placed myself, a perfect and distinct view of her features as they were reflected in the glass before her: they were exquisitely beautiful. A box of rouge stood near her hand. After looking several times towards the bed, to observe that the curtains were quite closed, she with trembling caution deepened the fine tint of her cheek, while she contemplated the fancied improvement with evident approbation. A lady’s riding-hat, adorned with white feathers, was the next object of trial; and a deep drawn sigh seemed to declare her longing for those ornaments, which would not have lent an additional charm to the loveliness of nature.
