Mr.
Bridmain, a stiff and rather thick-set man, gave his welcome with a laboured cordiality.

It was astonishing how very little he resembled his beautiful sister.
For the Countess Czerlaski was undeniably beautiful.

As she seated herself by Mrs.Barton on the sofa, Milly's eyes, indeed, rested--must it be confessed ?--chiefly on the details of the tasteful dress, the rich silk of a pinkish lilac hue (the Countess always wore delicate colours in an evening), the black lace pelerine, and the black lace veil falling at the back of the small closely-braided head.

For Milly had one weakness--don't love her any the less for it, it was a pretty woman's weakness--she was fond of dress; and often, when she was making up her own economical millinery, she had romantic visions how nice it would be to put on really handsome stylish things--to have very stiff balloon sleeves, for example, without which a woman's dress was nought in those days.

You and I, too, reader, have our weakness, have we not?
which makes us think foolish things now and then.