She was spectacular, but, far more important, she was really beautiful. Her eyes were enormous, slanting up a little at the corners, and her eyelashes very dark.
Although he could not see the colour of her eyes, he suspected, because she was Russian, they would be green. Without that coloured hair she could easily have belonged to another nationality, though for the moment he could not think what it might be.
Almost as if he was the producer of a play, the Maitre d’Hotel ushered the Countess to a table for two, which was next to the one occupied by Craig’s party.
The Countess sat down facing him and now he could see the exquisite symmetry of her small straight nose. Her lips were softly curved and strangely, he thought, gave the impression, although of course it was ridiculous, of being
