Frank himself would be critical.

She went about looking into the dining-room, which, by the caterer's art, had been transformed into a kind of jewel-box glowing with flowers, silver, gold, tinted glass, and the snowy whiteness of linen.

It reminded her of an opal flashing all its soft fires.

She went into the general reception-room, where was a grand piano finished in pink and gold, upon which, with due thought to her one accomplishment--her playing--she had arranged the songs and instrumental pieces she did best.

Aileen was really not a brilliant musician.