She was perhaps a little the taller of the two; with smoothed hair that had the gloss of black briony leaves, and eyes like burning brands in a cave; while Tracy's hair was red as blown flame, with eyes of a grey-green hue, that may be seen glistening over wet sunset.

People, who knew him, asked: "Who is she ?" and it was not in the design of the ladies to have her noted just yet.
Lady Gosstre's exclamation on entering the room was presently heard.
"Well! and where's our extraordinary genius?
Pray, let me see her immediately." Thereat Laura Tinley, with gross ill-breeding, rushed up to Arabella, who was receiving her ladyship, and touching her arm, as if privileges were permitted her, cried: "I'm dying to see her.

Has she come ?" Arabella embraced the offensive girl in a hostess's smile, and talked flowingly to the great lady.
Laura Tinley was punished by being requested to lead off with a favourite song in a buzz.

She acceded, quite aware of the honour intended, and sat at the piano, taming as much as possible her pantomime of one that would be audible.

Lady Gosstre scanned the room, while Adela, following her ladyship's eyeglass, named the guests.
"You get together a quaint set of men," said Lady Gosstre.
"Women!" was on Adela's tongue's tip.