Magda rose from her seat by the fire and switched on one of the electric burners.
"Yes, here I am," she said.

"Did you get held up by the fog, Gillian ?" The newcomer advanced into the circle of light.

She was a small, slight woman, though the furs she was wearing served to conceal the slenderness of her figure.

Someone had once said of her that "Mrs.Grey was a charming study in sepia." The description was not inapt.

Eyes and hair were brown as a beechnut, and a scattering of golden-brown freckles emphasised the warm tints of a skin as soft as velvet.
"Did I get held up ?" she repeated.