She never plays anything really delicate and refined." "I don't like the way she dresses," observed Anna, sympathetically.
"She gets herself up too conspicuously.

Now, the other day I saw her out driving, and oh, dear! you should have seen her! She had on a crimson Zouave jacket heavily braided with black about the edges, and a turban with a huge crimson feather, and crimson ribbons reaching nearly to her waist.

Imagine that kind of a hat to drive in.

And her hands! You should have seen the way she held her hands--oh--just so--self-consciously.
They were curved just so"-- and she showed how.

"She had on yellow gauntlets, and she held the reins in one hand and the whip in the other.
She drives just like mad when she drives, anyhow, and William, the footman, was up behind her.