She was faintly redolent of hyacinth or lavender.

Her hair appealed to him, and, above all, the rich yellow silk of her dress, flashing fulgurously through the closely netted green.
"Charming, girlie.

You've outdone yourself.

I haven't seen this dress before.

Where did you get it ?" "Here in Chicago." He lifted her warm fingers, surveying her train, and turned her about.
"You don't need any advice.