She did not even glance at herself in the glass.
Her reason for so doing was partly confidence in her own appearance, partly distrust of the glass.

She had viewed herself carefully in her own looking-glass before she left home.

She believed in what she had seen there, but she did not care to disturb that belief, and she saw that Mrs.Slade's mirror over her white and yellow draped dressing table stood in a cross-light.

While all admitted Alice Mendon's beauty, nobody had ever suspected her of vanity; yet vanity she had, in a degree.
The other women in the room looked at her.

It was always a matter of interest of Fairbridge what she would wear, and this was rather curious, as, after all, she had not many gowns.