Her taste was wonderfully perceptive.

The things bought were exquisite, but a little colourless woman could wear them all with advantage to her restrictions of type.
As the brougham drove down Bond Street, Betty called Lady Anstruthers' attention to more than one passer-by.
"Look, Rosy," she said.

"There is Mrs.Treat Hilyar in the second carriage to the right.

You remember Josie Treat Hilyar married Lord Varick's son." In the landau designated an elderly woman with wonderfully-dressed white hair sat smiling and bowing to friends who were walking.

Lady Anstruthers, despite her eagerness, shrank back a little, hoping to escape being seen.
"Oh, it is the Lows she is speaking to--Tom and Alice--I did not know they had sailed yet." The tall, well-groomed young man, with the nice, ugly face, was showing white teeth in a gay smile of recognition, and his pretty wife was lightly waving a slim hand in a grey suede glove.
"How cheerful and nice-tempered they look," said Rosy.