It was clever of her to leave her hair down; it shows the shape of her head so well, and she is tall enough to stand it.

That blue wrapper suits her too.

Very few women could show such a figure as hers--like a Greek statue.

I don't like her; she is different from most of us; just the sort of girl men go wild about and women hate." All this passed through her mind in a flash.

For a moment Lady Honoria's blue eyes met Beatrice's grey ones, and she knew that Beatrice liked her no better than she did Beatrice.