She is a mere child--sixteen or seventeen, I believe." "And Lady Louise is five-and-twenty," said Mildred, with awful accuracy.
"She does not look twenty!" exclaimed my lady, sharply.

"There are few young ladies nowadays half so elegant and graceful as Lady Louise." Miss Silver's large black eyes glided from one to the other with a sinister smile in their shining depths.

Her soft voice broke in at this jarring juncture and sweetly turned the disturbed current of conversation, and Sir Everard understood, and gave her a grateful glance.
The young baronet had gone to many balls in his lifetime, but never had he been so painfully particular before.

He drove Edward, his valet, to the verge of madness with his whims, and left off at last in sheer desperation and altogether dissatisfied with the result.
"I look like a guy, I know," he muttered, angrily, "and that pert little Hunsden is just the sort of girl to make satirical comments on a man if his neck-tie is awry or his hair unbecoming.

Not that I care what she says; but one hates to feel he is a laughing-stock." The ball-room was brilliant with lights, and music, and flowers, and diamonds, and beautiful faces, and magnificent toilets when the Kingsland party entered.
Lady Carteret, in velvet robes, stood receiving her guests.