"Bold, and quick," says Laertes, after a moment. "She was the sister of a friend--I say a friend, but thou knowest all my friendships were shallow in those days. She knew Latin and Greek and Italian, and had many impertinent questions about the writings of Plato and Aristotle; she and her brother almost came to blows over the Divine Comedy more than once. She had thick black hair and eyes very near to black--but in sunlight, thou couldst make out a golden ring around her pupils, like the halo of the sun shining out from behind the eclipsing moon. Her laugh was like warm honey; it made me ache to hear her laugh at me."