By her side stood a small table, on which were bottles of eau-de-Cologne and lavender water, smelling salts in cut glass and silver, a gold cigarette case, and an open novel.
The girl sat up as Miss Heredith entered, and put her hands mechanically to her hair.

Her fingers were loaded with jewels, too numerous for good taste, and amongst the masses of rings on her left hand the dull gold of the wedding ring gleamed in sober contrast.

Her face was pretty, but too insignificant to be beautiful.

She had large blue eyes under arching dark brows, small, regular features, and a small mouth with a petulant droop of the under lip.

Her face was of the type which instantly attracts masculine attention.