Mrs.Lessingham, whose admirable tact and adaptability rendered her unimpeachable in such details, had devoted herself with artistic zeal to her niece's training for the world; the pupil's natural aptitude ensured perfection in the result.
Cecily's manner accorded with her utterance; it had every charm derivable from youth, yet nothing of immaturity.

She was as completely at her ease as Mrs.Lessingham, and as much more graceful in her self-control as the advantages of nature made inevitable.
Miriam looked very cold, very severe, very English, by the side of this brilliant girl.

The thinness and pallor of her features became more noticeable; the provincial faults of her dress were painfully obvious.
Cecily was not robust, but her form lacked no development appropriate to her years, and its beauty was displayed by Parisian handiwork.

In this respect, too, she had changed remarkably since Miriam last saw her, when she was such a frail child.

Her hair of dark gold showed itself beneath a hat which Eleanor Spence kept regarding with frank admiration, so novel it was in style, and so perfectly suitable to its wearer.