She had a sensible face, now that I observed her naturally, as it were; and her hands,how I have agonized over those hands on the stage!all knuckles and exaggerated veins, clutching her dress as she sang, or, petrified, outstretched to Leonore's "Pourquoi ces larmes?"her hands were the hands of an honest, hard-working woman who buckrams her own skirts, and at need could scrub her own floor.