That is my friend, Miss Skeat, who lives with me." Miss Skeat was stranded under a tree with a newspaper and several books.
Her polished cheekbones and knuckles glimmered yellow in the shade.

By her side was a long cane chair, in which lay a white silk wrap and a bit of needlework, tumbled together as the Countess had left them when she went in to receive her visitors.

Miss Skeat rose as the party approached.

The Countess introduced the two men, who bowed low, and they all sat down, Mr.Barker on the bench by the ancient virgin, and Claudius on the grass at Margaret's feet.

It was noonday, but there was a light breeze through, the flowers and grasses.