The lapse of time since Lord Lydiard's death had left her at liberty to dress as she pleased.

She arrayed her short, clumsy figure in colors that were far too bright for a woman of her ages.

Her dresses, badly chosen as to their hues, were perhaps not badly made, but were certainly badly worn.

Morally, as well as physically, it must be said of Lady Lydiard that her outward side was her worst side.

The anomalies of her dress were matched by the anomalies of her character.