Henri Matisse Painting

Henri Matisse Painting
I did not reason at all. I stood there, stupid, before the apparition - so pale and so beautiful - of Mademoiselle Stangerson. She was clad in a dressing-gown of dreamy white. One might have taken her to be a ghost - a lovely phantom. Her father took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, as if he had recovered her after being long lost to him.
Henri Matisse Painting
I dared not question her. He drew her into the room and we followed them, - for we had to know! - The door of the boudoir was open. The terrified faces of the two nurses craned towards us. Mademoiselle Stangerson inquired the meaning of all the disturbance. That she was not in her own room was quite easily explained - quite easily. She had a fancy not to sleep that night in her chamber
Henri Matisse Painting