No, don't get up," as Cynthia rose.

"Don't get up; I can only stay a minute.

Never mind about giving me a chair, Mr.Risley--thank you.
Yes, this is a real comfortable chair." Mrs.Lloyd, seated where the firelight played over her wide sweep of rich skirts, and her velvet fur-trimmed cloak and plumed bonnet, beamed upon them with an expansive benevolence and kindliness.

She was a large, handsome, florid woman.

Her grayish-brown hair was carefully crimped, and looped back from her fat, pink cheeks, a fine shell-and-gold comb surmounted her smooth French twist, and held her bonnet in place.
She unfastened her cloak, and a diamond brooch at her throat caught the light and blazed red like a ruby.