Fresh colour.

Not exactly pretty, but attractive--in the real Parisian way--she is a Parisian.

Dressed--when she left me at Hull--in a black tailor-made coat and skirt, and carrying a travelling coat of black, lined with fur--one I gave her in Russia." "Her luggage ?" asked the official.
"She had a suit-case: a medium-sized one." "Large enough, I presume, to conceal the jewel-box your friend has told me about just now ?" "Oh, yes--certainly!" The official put his papers back in the drawer and turned to his visitors with a business-like look which finally settled itself on Celia's face.
"You must be prepared to hear some serious news," he said.

"I mean about this woman.

I have no doubt from what you have just told me that I know where she is." "Where ?" demanded Celia excitedly.