Two noticeably big and smart carriages had driven up to the stopping-place for vehicles.

They were gorgeously of the latest mode, and their tall, satin-skinned horses jangled silver chains and stepped up to their noses.
"Here come the Worthingtons, whosoever they may be," thought Salter.

"The fine up-standing young woman is, no doubt, the multi-millionairess." The fine, up-standing young woman WAS the multi-millionairess.

Bettina walked up the gangway in the sunshine, and the passengers upon the upper deck craned their necks to look at her.

Her carriage of her head and shoulders invariably made people turn to look.
"My, ain't she fine-looking!" exclaimed an excited lady beholder above.
"I guess that must be Miss Vanderpoel, the multi-millionaire's daughter.
Jane told me she'd heard she was crossing this trip." Bettina heard her.