As if with the idea of compensating for personal disadvantages, she was ornately dressed; her abundant tawny hair had submitted to much manipulation, and showed the gleam of jewels; expense and finished craft were manifest in every detail of her garb.

Though slightly round-shouldered, her form was well-proportioned and suggested natural vigour.

Like Christian, she had delicate hands.
'Do you know a distinguished clergyman, named Chilvers ?' she asked of Earwaker, with a laugh, when he had taken a place by her.
'Chilvers ?--Is it Bruno Chilvers, I wonder ?' 'That's the name!' exclaimed one of the guests, a young married lady of eager face and fidgety manners.
'Then I knew him at College, but I had no idea he was become distinguished.' Miss Moxey again laughed.
'Isn't it amusing, the narrowness of a great clerical reputation?
Mrs.
Morton was astonished that I had never heard his name.' 'Please don't think,' appealed the lady, looking anxiously at Earwaker, 'that I consider it shameful not to know him.

I only happened to mention a very ridiculous sermon of his, that was forced upon me by a distressingly orthodox friend of mine.

They tell me, he is one of the newest lights of the Church.' Earwaker listened with amusement, and then related anecdotes of Bruno Chilvers.