She was looking very fine.

She had on a new gray dress that she had had made for her by a fallen woman from an asylum, but which had turned out better than such ventures of Mrs.
Wayne's usually did.
She had supposed she and Mr.Lanley were to dine alone, an idea which had not struck her as revolutionary.

Accustomed to strange meals in strange company--a bowl of milk with a prison chaplain at a dairy lunch-room, or even, on one occasion, a supper in an Owl Lunch Wagon with a wavering drunkard,--she had thought that a quiet, perfect dinner with Mr.Lanley sounded pleasant enough.

But she was not sorry to find it had been enlarged.

She liked to meet new people.