And she can only grow pretty by believing that she is so.

A girl with such a pair of eyes as hers can always get the reputation of beauty if she can only be made to believe in herself," was Lady Belgrade's secret comment; but-- "What beautiful eyes you have, my dear!" she said with effusion, as she kissed Salome on both cheeks.
The girl smiled and blushed with pleasure, for this was the first time in all her life that she had been credited with any beauty at all.
Lady Belgrade was partly right and partly wrong.
A girl with such a physique as Salome could never be pretty, never be handsome, but, with such a soul as hers, might grow beautiful.
At her Majesty's first drawing-room, Salome Levison was presented at court, where she attracted the attention, only as the daughter of Sir Lemuel Levison, the new Radical member for Lone, and as the sole heiress of the great banker's almost fabulous wealth.
Then under the experienced guidance of Lady Belgrade, she was launched into fashionable society.

And society received the young expectant of enormous wealth, as society always does, with excessive adulation.
Salome was admired, followed, flattered, feted, as though she had been a beauty as well as an heiress.

She was petted at home and worshiped abroad.

Her father gave unlimited pocket-money in form of bank-cheques, to be filled up at her own discretion.