Her hair was arranged simply; her head was set beautifully on her shoulders.

She was dressed in black, the bodice covered with spangles that with her slightest movement shimmered and reflected the light like a coat of flexible mail.

A number of men were standing about her, and many women, as they passed, held out their hands to her in the way that ladies of fashion have.

Keith saw Mrs.Wentworth approach her, and a very animated conversation appeared to take place between them, and the lady in black turned quickly and gazed about the room; then Mrs.
Wentworth started to move away, but the other caught and held her, asking her something eagerly.

Mrs.Wentworth must have refused to answer, for she followed her a few steps; but Mrs.Wentworth simply waved her hand to her and swept away with her escort, laughing back at her over her shoulder.
Keith made his way around the room toward Mrs.Wentworth.There was something about the young lady in black which reminded him of a girl he had once seen standing straight and defiant, yet very charming, in a woodland path under arching pine-boughs.