But while the hair of the girl in the picture is a deep, dull red, the hair of Olivia was dark brown with glimmers of gold in it.

Also, her colouring was warmer than that of the girl in the picture, and her alluring charm stronger.
At a quarter to three that afternoon she came out on to the East lawn in a silk frock and hat of a green rather sombre for the summer day.

She had been bidden by a fashionable fortune-teller never to wear green, for it was her unlucky colour.

But that tint had so given her colouring its full values and her dark, liquid eyes so deep a depth, that she had paid no heed to the warning.

There was a bright light of expectation in her eyes, and the alluring smile lingered on her face.
She walked quickly across the lawn with the easy, graceful gait proper to the accomplished golfer she was, into the shrubbery on the other side of it.