Yes, she too was the same, although in this case costumed somewhat differently.
The wide ball gown of satin was gone, and in its place was a less pretentious robing of some darker silk.

I remembered distinctly that the flowers upon the white satin gown I first had seen were pink roses.

Here were flowers of the crocus, cunningly woven into the web of the gown itself.

The slippers which I now saw peeping out as she passed were not of white satin, but better foot covering for the street.

She cast over the back of a chair, as she had done that other evening, her light shoulder covering, a dark mantle, not of lace now, but of some thin cloth.