Cards had, of course, been sent to each, but no one expected them to appear.
Presently, among the stream of arrivals, Sybell noticed the slender figure of Lady Newhaven, and--astonishing vision--Lord Newhaven beside her.
"Wonders will never cease," said Doll, shaken for a moment out of the apathy of endurance.
Sybell raised her eyebrows, and advanced with the prettiest air of _empressement_ to meet her unexpected guests.

No, clearly it was impossible that the two women should like each other.

They were the same age, about the same height and coloring; their social position was too similar; their historic houses too near each other.

Lady Newhaven was by far the best looking, but that was not a difference which attracted Sybell towards her.

On this occasion Sybell's face assumed its most squirrel-like expression, for, as ill-luck would have it, they were dressed alike.
Lady Newhaven looked very ethereal, as she came slowly across the grass in her diaphanous gown of rich white, covered with a flowing veil of thinnest transparent black.