She smiled, but the smile was merely a widening of her thin, pale, compressed lips.

She looked at the girl with gray eyes, which had a curious blank sharpness in them.

Rose Fletcher was so very well dressed, so very redolent of good breeding and style, that it was difficult at first to comprehend if that was all.

Finally one perceived that she was a very pretty girl, of a sweet, childish type, in spite of her finished manners and her very sophisticated clothes.

Sylvia at first saw nothing except the clothes, and realized nothing except the finished manner.