Disoriented by the contrast between what her artist's eye had seen and what she herself had just experienced, Anne could think of nothing to say. She looked down to hide her fear of what she had just seen in those beautiful eyes, but her jaw flexed behind the curtain of her hair and she nodded mutely, without actual response. She made a quick, awkward gesture that would have conformed to the nicety of farewell, if any sound had actually come from her mouth. She stood too quickly, and the world did one slow whirl in front of her eyes. She caught herself mid-crumple on the edge of the sofa with one hand, and blinked quickly to clear it.