From hair to silken hose and white kid shoes she was immaculate, and she wore rouge and powder now.

In that yellow lamplight (carefully placed, no doubt) she was certainly good-looking.

In fact, she was good-looking at any time, and only no longer able to face daylight with the tale of youth.
Her eyes were weapons, nothing less.

We remained standing.
"This gentleman will speak to you," she said, motioning to the Arab to commence, and he bowed--from the shoulders upward.
"I am from His Highness the Sultan of Zanzibar" he announced, a little pompously.

"A minister from His Highness." (In announcing their own importance Arabs very seldom err in the direction of under-estimate.) "I speak about the ivory, which I am informed you propose to set out on a journey to discover." "Where did you get your information ?" Yerkes countered.
"Don't be absurd!" ordered Lady Safrren Waldon.