Sort of mole-colour.

Or was it cerise?
Or violet ?...

You wouldn't like to see it, would you ?' 'Why, yes, I'd like to see it; I wouldn't try it on of course.' He opened the box.
'Why, what a jolly hat!' she exclaimed.

'You may not know it, but that would just suit me; it would go with my dress, too.' 'Fancy.' She took off her own hat, and touched up her hair with her fingers, and tried on the other.

Under it her eyes brightened in front of the glass; her colour rose; she changed as one looked at her--she was sixteen again--the child he had first met at the Art School.
'Don't you think it suits me ?' she said, turning round.
'Yes, I think you look very charming in it.