Mrs.Burgoyne was in Rome for the afternoon.
But at dinner they all met, and Lucy could satisfy some of the curiosity that burnt in her very feminine mind.

Alice Manisty was dressed in black lace and satin, and carried herself with stateliness.

Her hair, black like her brother's, though with a fine line of grey here and there, was of enormous abundance, and she wore it heavily coiled round her head in a mode which gave particular relief to the fire and restlessness of the eyes which flashed beneath it.

Beside her, Eleanor Burgoyne, though she too was rather tall than short, suffered a curious eclipse.

The plaintive distinction that made the charm of Eleanor's expression and movements seemed for the moment to mean and say nothing, beside the tragic splendour of Alice Manisty.
The dinner was not agreeable.