It reflected a weak, ungraceful figure and thin face.

Her eyes, always sad, now looked with particular hopelessness at her reflection in the glass.

" She flatters me," thought the princess, turning away and continuing to read.

But Julie did not flatter her friend, the princess' eyes--large, deep and luminous (it seemed as if at times there radiated from them shafts of warm light)--were so beautiful that very often in spite of the plainness of her face they gave her an attraction more powerful than that of beauty.