Yes, that's right.

Take off that lugubrious Harem veil,--the mark of a Southampton woman,--and let me see your beautiful face.
Before I try to give you a chance to speak I must tell you, and I'm sure you won't mind with your keen sense of humor, how that nice boy, Harry Oldershaw, describes those things.

No, after all, perhaps I don't think I'd better.

For one reason, it was a little bit undergraduate, and for another, I forget." She chuckled and sat down, wabbling for a moment like an opulent blancmange.
Minus the strange dark blue thing which had hidden her ears and nose and mouth and which suggested nothing but leprosy, Mrs.Jekyll became human, recognizable and extremely good to look at.

She wore her tight-fitting suit of white flannel like a girl and even in that clear detective light she did not look a day over thirty.