Emily watched the first faint gleam of stars in the upper air.
Then lamps and candles were brought in.

Beatrice was seen to be dressed in dark blue, her hair richly attired, a jewelled cross below her throat, her bosom and arms radiant in bare loveliness.

Emily, at the moment that she regarded her, found herself also observed.

Her own dress was of warm grey, perfectly simple, with a little lace at the neck and wrists.

Beatrice averted her eyes quickly, and made some laughing remark to Mr.Athel.
'I know you always object to sing without some musical preparation,' said Mrs.Rossall, as she took a seat by the girl's side.