She was an elegant and fashionable woman with very white and regular false teeth.

Her looks were conventional and mild.

In reality the Ambassador knew her to be a Tartar.
He walked languidly beside her; his hands were lightly crossed before him; his white head drooped under the old wideawake that he was accustomed to wear in the garden.
Meanwhile the gallant and be-whiskered Admiral would have liked to secure Manisty's attention.

To get hold of a politician, or something near a politician, and explain to them a new method of fusing metals in which he believed, represented for him the main object of all social functions.
But Manisty peremptorily shook him off.

Eleanor, the American Monsignore, and Reggie Brooklyn were strolling near.