The countess came forward, looking very sweet and pleasant, making little complimentary speeches, to which the viscountess answered simply by a gracious smile.

Lady Clandidlem, though she was very fat and heavy, left the viscount, and got up to join the group.

Baron Potsneuf, a diplomatic German of great celebrity, crossed his hands upon his breast, and made a low bow.
The Honourable George, who had stood silent for the last quarter of an hour, suggested to her ladyship that she must have found the air rather cold; and the Ladies Margaretta and Alexandrina fluttered up with little complimentary speeches to their dear Lady Dumbello, hoping this and beseeching that, as though the "Woman in White" before them had been the dearest friend of their infancy.
She was a woman in white, being dressed in white silk, with white lace over it, and with no other jewels upon her person than diamonds.
Very beautifully she was dressed; doing infinite credit, no doubt, to those three artists who had, between them, succeeded in turning her out of hand.

And her face, also, was beautiful, with a certain cold, inexpressive beauty.

She walked up the room very slowly, smiling here and smiling there; but still with very faint smiles, and took the place which her hostess indicated to her.