Book 2, Chapter 11: “The Dawn of Faith and Love”

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​⁠She took pleasure in dressing early, with delicate and subtle taste. Her dressing-room, an aesthetic fantasy of Vivian Bell, with its coarsely varnished pottery, its tall copper pitchers, and its faience pavement, like a chess-board, resembled a fairy’s kitchen. It was rustic and marvellous, and the Countess Martin could have in it the agreeable surprise of mistaking herself for a fairy. While her