Margaret had gone directly to one of these chairs.

She was not sure of her gown being exactly the right shade of blue to harmonise with the wisteria at close quarters.
The chair was tall and slender.

Margaret's feet did not touch the floor, but the long blue trail of her gown concealed that, and she contrived to sit as if they did.

She gave the impression of a tall creature of extreme grace as she sat propping her back against her silvered chair.

Wilbur gazed at her with adoration.