She glanced at a near mirror and saw her own opulent, full-blown looks clothed in a pale-blue dinner-gown, which went so well--as she inartistically decided, with her ruddy locks, Mrs.
Belgrove considered that Miss Greeby looked like a paint-box, or a sunset, or one of Turner's most vivid pictures, but the heiress was very well pleased with herself.

Lady Agnes, in her favorite white, with her pale face and serious looks, was but a dull person of the nun persuasion.

And Miss Greeby did not think that Lambert cared for nuns, when he had an Amazonian intelligent pal--so she put it--at hand.

But, of course, he might prefer dark beauties like Chaldea.

Poor Miss Greeby; she was pursuing her wooing under very great difficulties, and became silent in order to think out some way of revoking in some natural manner the information of her departure.
There were other women in the room, who joined in the conversation, and all were glad to hear that Mr.Lambert intended to pay a visit to his cousin, for, indeed, the young man was a general favorite.