You must do the same." "My best clothes ?" cried Carlotta, her face lighting up.
"Your very best.

Make haste." I smiled.

She ran from the room and in an incredibly short time reappeared unblushingly bare-necked and bare-armed in the evening dress that had caused her such dismay on Saturday.
I jumped to my feet.

There is no denying that she looked amazingly beautiful.

She looked, in fact, disconcertingly beautiful.