He had escaped from the blue room and its ghosts ; he was in his Garden of Spices ; he had got the better of mean old Aunt Augusta . But he must catch the cat . The cat ran over the lawn and Jims pursued it through the green gloom of the thickly clustering trees . Beyond them came a pool of sunshine in which the old stone house basked like a huge grey cat itself . More garden was before it and beyond it , wonderful with blossom . Under a huge spreading beech tree in the centre of it was a little tea table ; sitting by the table reading was a lady in a black dress . The cat , having lured Jims to where he wanted him , sat down and began to lick his paws . He was quite willing to be caught now ; but Jims had no longer any idea of catching him . He stood very still , looking at the lady . She did not see him then and Jims could only see her profile , which he thought very beautiful . She had wonderful ropes of blue-black hair wound around her head . She looked so sweet that Jims ' heart beat . Then she lifted her head and turned her face and saw him . Jims felt something of a shock . She was not pretty after all . One side of her face was marked by a dreadful red scar . It quite spoilt her good looks , which Jims thought a great pity ; but nothing could spoil the sweetness of her face or the loveliness of her peculiar soft , grey-blue eyes . Jims could n't remember his mother and had no idea what she looked like , but the thought came into his head that he would have liked her to have eyes like that . After the first moment Jims did not mind the scar at all . But perhaps that first moment had revealed itself in his face , for a look of pain came into the lady 's eyes and , almost involuntarily it seemed , she put her hand up to hide the scar .
Then she pulled it away again and sat looking XXXXX Jims half defiantly , half piteously .
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