Now she felt that it looked cheap and flimsy because she had sacrificed material to colour.

She wanted something different to-night; she wanted something better.

Turning to the mirror she gazed back at her vivid face, with the large deep eyes, so full of poignant expectancy, and the soft dimpled chin.

From her expression she might have been dreaming of happiness; but the thought in her mind was simply, "The powder I use is too white.
Those women to-night used powder that did not show.

I must get some to-morrow." She was pretty,--even Stephen thought she was pretty.