When she sang, it was with a similar effect for him; when she played, she seemed only to celebrate the perishableness, the nothingness, of the music, and the pleasure it gave rise to: and her dress, which was always handsome and gracefully disposed, seemed ever to be on the verge, like the first disguises of the Columbine in a pantomime, of changing into the attire of a Carmelitess or Poor Clare.