But though she was more talkative than Lady Agatha, she did not look more brilliant.
The letter from Curzon Street had not made the beauty shed tears.

Her face had fallen when it had been handed to her on her return, and she had taken it upstairs to her room with rather a flagging step.

But when she came down to lunch she walked with the movement of a nymph.

Her lovely little face wore a sort of tremulous radiance.

She laughed like a child at every amusing thing that was said.