Lionel had a somewhat difficult course to steer between Verner's Pride and Deerham Court, so as to keep friends with both.
Lucy Tempest appeared at the door.

She stood there hesitating, after the manner of a timid school-girl.

They turned round and saw her.
"If you please, may I come in ?" Lady Verner could have sighed over the deficiency of "style," or confidence, whichever you may like to term it.

Lionel laughed, as he crossed the room to throw the door wider by way of welcome.
She wore a light shot pink dress of peculiar material, a sort of cashmere, very fine and soft.

Looking at it one way it was pink, the other, mauve; the general shade of it was beautiful.