She did not comply with Lise's request, she not only left her hair as it was, but did not even look in her glass.
Letting her arms fall helplessly, she sat with downcast eyes and pondered.
A husband, a man, a strong dominant and strangely attractive being rose in her imagination, and carried her into a totally different happy world of his own.
She fancied a child, her own--such as she had seen the day before in the arms of her nurse's daughter--at her own breast, the husband standing by and gazing tenderly at her and the child.
" But no, it is impossible, I am too ugly," she thought.