Margaret was not easily put down by another woman.

She stared absently at the ornate and weary decorations of the room.

It was handsome, but tiresome, as everybody who entered realised, and as, no doubt, the decorator had found out.

It was a ready-made species of room, with no heart in it, in spite of the harmonious colour scheme and really artistic detail.
Presently the boy with the silver tray entered and approached Margaret.

The young man stared openly at her.