"I was just wishing for you," she said.

"Let me introduce my old friend, Mr.Mountjoy.Hugh, this is the lady who has been so kind to me--Mrs.
Vimpany." Hugh's impulse, under the circumstances, was to dispense with the formality of a bow, and to shake hands.

Mrs.Vimpany met this friendly advance with a suavity of action, not often seen in these days of movement without ceremony.

She was a tall slim woman, of a certain age.
Art had so cleverly improved her complexion that it almost looked like nature.

Her cheeks had lost the plumpness of youth, but her hair (thanks again perhaps to Art) showed no signs of turning grey.