She was wrapped in the folds of a pale blue silk kimono.

Her hair hung in loose golden waves far below her waist and she reminded Grace of the beautiful Rapunzel of fairy tale fame who was shut up in a tower by a wicked witch and forced each night to let down her golden hair so that her dreadful jailer might climb up and into the tower window.
"Miss Ward," began Grace, without giving Evelyn time to utter a word, "I am sorry to disturb you so late in the evening, but I have very good news for you.

Miss Pierson has all but secured an engagement for you in 'The Reckoning,' a new play which is to run in New York City all summer.
Read what she says." Grace handed the sheet of paper to Evelyn.
The girl stretched forth her hand mechanically for it.

She still regarded Grace dully.

Then to Grace's utter amazement she burst into tears.