She was wearing a pink linen morning gown and a floppy pink hat.

She had a book under her arm and a parasol swinging from her fingers.

When she saw Lane, she stared at him in amazement.

He advanced a step or two towards her, his hat in his hand.
"I took the liberty of calling to see your father, Miss Grex," he explained.

"As he was not at home, I ventured to enquire for you." She was absolutely helpless.