Frank was the most important man who had ever crossed her path.

No doubt Mr.Rambaud had a severe, old-fashioned wife.

How would she talk to her?
And Mrs.Addison! She would know and see everything.

Aileen almost talked out loud to herself in a consoling way as she dressed, so strenuous were her thoughts; but she went on, adding the last touches to her physical graces.
When she finally went down-stairs to see how the dining and reception rooms looked, and Fadette began putting away the welter of discarded garments--she was a radiant vision--a splendid greenish-gold figure, with gorgeous hair, smooth, soft, shapely ivory arms, a splendid neck and bust, and a swelling form.

She felt beautiful, and yet she was a little nervous--truly.