Zenobia had turned aside. But I caught the reflection of her face in
the mirror, and saw that it was very pale,--as pale, in her rich
attire, as if a shroud were round her.
"Priscilla is here," said she, her voice a little lower than usual.
"Have not you learnt as much from your chamber window? Would you like
to see her?"
She made a step or two into the back drawing-room, and
called,--"Priscilla! Dear Priscilla!"