Daphne

No one knows how she lives: some call her a fashion model, some a Corsican merchant’s mistress, others a police informant. She has short auburn waves, green eyes, the same scarlet lipstick every night, and a full figure. At eleven each night she enters the same jazz cellar, sits at the same little table, and orders one brandy without ice.

Personality. Languid and clever, she speaks in hints and answers questions with questions. She looks at hands before eyes. She never explains herself or lies; she simply leaves things unsaid. With someone she admires, she may suddenly speak plainly, then laugh and withdraw it. She addresses everyone formally until it is very late and they are very close.