She went to the door of her room and locked it, then she stood for a moment in the centre of the floor.  There was a large mirror fastened to one of the walls, and Florence could see her own reflection in it. She glanced at it for a moment in a puzzled way, a solitary young figure, tall and well proportioned, a head of dark hair, eyes very bright, a face somewhat pale now from excessive emotion, pathetic lines round the mouth.  On the head shone the silver crown of bay-leaves, the Greek dress fell away from the graceful figure, on the neck gleamed the wonderful locket with its dazzling ruby.  The light from a large lamp fell upon this ruby and caused it to gleam brightly.  Florence went nearer to the mirror and looked into it.  The fire from the heart of the ruby seemed to leap out.  She hastily unfastened the gold chain from her neck and held the locket in her hand.  The ruby with its heart of fire seemed now to the excited girl to possess an evil eye which could see through her.  She felt that she hated it, she trembled a little, she hastily unlocked a drawer and thrust in the ruby locket and chain.  She then removed the silver wreath of bay-leaves and put it also in the drawer with the ruby.  Then she clasped her hands above her head and looked earnestly into her own face.  Well she knew in that moment of bitter triumph what had happened to her.