Marty had been standing at the door when Miss Melbury arrived.

Almost before the latter had spoken, Mrs.Charmond's carriages, released from the obstruction up the lane, came bowling along, and the two girls turned to regard the spectacle.
Mrs.Charmond did not see them, but there was sufficient light for them to discern her outline between the carriage windows.

A noticeable feature in her tournure was a magnificent mass of braided locks.
"How well she looks this morning!" said Grace, forgetting Mrs.
Charmond's slight in her generous admiration.

"Her hair so becomes her worn that way.

I have never seen any more beautiful!" "Nor have I, miss," said Marty, dryly, unconsciously stroking her crown.
Grace watched the carriages with lingering regret till they were out of sight.