Isabelle, when left alone, had first unpacked a portion of her clothing,
and arranged it neatly on the shelves of the wardrobe in her room, and
then proceeded to indulge in the luxury of a bath and complete change
of linen. She took down her long, fine, silky hair, combed it
carefully, and arranged it tastefully, with a pale blue ribbon entwined
artistically in it; which delicate tint was very becoming to her, with
her fair, diaphanous complexion, and lovely flush, like a rose-leaf, on
her cheek. When she had put on the silvery gray dress, with its pretty
blue trimmings, which completed her simple toilet, she smiled at her
own charming reflection in the glass, and thought of a pair of dark,
speaking eyes that she knew would find her fair, and pleasant to look
upon. As she turned away from the mirror a sunbeam streamed in through
her window, and she could not resist the temptation to open the casement
and put her pretty head out, to see what view there might be from it.
She looked down into a narrow, deserted alley, with the wall of the
hotel on one side and that of the garden opposite on the other, so high
that it reached above the tops of the trees within. From her window she
could look down into this garden, and see, quite at the other end of it,
the large mansion it belonged to, whose lofty, blackened walls testified
to its antiquity.
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