Her dress was of pale blue satin, which somehow had the effect of being made in a single piece, without seam or joining.

Her neck and throat, exquisitely white, were bare except for a single necklace of pearls which reached almost to her knees.
The look in Arnold's face, as she came slowly into the room, was one of frank and boyish admiration.

The woman came towards him with a soft smile about her lips, but she was evidently puzzled.

It was Mr.
Weatherley who spoke.

There was something almost triumphant in his manner.
"This is Mr.Chetwode, dear, of whom I was speaking to you," he said.