This was "an establishment"! How unequally Fortune scattered her gifts! Just then, with a soft rustle of silk, the portieres were parted, and Mrs.Wentworth appeared.

She paused for a second just under the arch, and the young man wondered if she knew how effective she was.

She was a vision of lace and loveliness.

A figure straight and sinuous, above the middle height, which would have been quite perfect but for being slightly too full, and which struck one before one looked at the face; coloring that was rich to brilliance; abundant, beautiful hair with a glint of lustre on it; deep hazel eyes, the least bit too close together, and features that were good and only just missed being fine Keith had remembered her as beautiful, but as Mrs.Wentworth stood beneath the azure portieres, her long, bare arms outstretched, her lips parted in a half-smile of welcome, she was much more striking-looking than Keith's memory had recorded.

As he gazed on her, the expression on his face testified his admiration.
She came forward with the same gratified smile on her face and greeted him with formal words of welcome as Norman's old friend.