Her dress only just passed her knees, and beneath it the slender legs and high heels drew Sir Henry's disapproving eye.

He hated extravagance in anything.

Beryl managed to look fashionable, without looking _outre_, as Pamela did.
But he reined up to greet her with ready smiles.
'Well, Pamela, jolly to see you at home again! My word, you've grown! Shall I find your father in ?' 'Yes, we left him in the library.

May I introduce Miss Bremerton--Sir Henry Chicksands.' The girl spoke with hurried shyness, the quick colour in her cheeks.

The lady beside her bowed, and Sir Henry took off his hat.