Her hair was arrayed neatly and not powdered.
There was powder enough and to spare on the wigs of the beaux in front, and on the elaborate head-dresses of the belles.
Lavinia's unadorned dress suited her natural and easy carriage and made her doubly attractive.

Not a hand was raised when she bowed, but she could see that every eye was turned upon her with expectancy and curiosity.

But there was also a certain amount of indifference which provoked her.

It could hardly be supposed that anything out of fashion would be of interest to such modish folk.
Lavinia chose her favourite--"My lodging it is on the cold ground." There were not a few aged bucks, painted and powdered and patched, aping the airs and graces of younger gallants, who could remember Charles II.
and Moll Davies.

They were startled when they heard Lavinia's liquid notes in the old ballad--they felt that for a brief space they were recovering their youth.
As for the rest, they were conscious of a pleasant surprise.