The dress was cut daringly low, back and front, especially back, and the girl wore no jewels.

But through her "bobbed" hair was tucked a brilliant little silk flag, which carried out and emphasized the colouring of the flowers scattered over the pale pink silk of which its wearer's gown was made.
Bubbles, in that staid and decorous company, looked as if she had wandered in from some gay Venetian masquerade.
She was now sitting between the millionaire, James Tapster, and her own friend, Bill Donnington.

When she had heard that she had been placed next Donnington, Bubbles had pouted.

"I'd rather have had Sir Lyon," she exclaimed, "or even the old 'un!"-- for so she irreverently designated Helen Brabazon's uncle, Mr.Burnaby.
But Blanche Farrow had been firm.

Sir Lyon must of course be on her own right hand, Mr.Burnaby on her left.