If anything, Philippa looked more lovely.

She wore her favorite colors--amber and white--a dress of rich amber brocade, trimmed with white lace; the queenly head was circled with diamonds; jewels like fire gleamed on the white breast; there was a cluster of choice flowers in her bodice.

He had seen her hitherto as a girl; now he was to see her as the high-bred hostess, the mistress of a large and magnificent mansion.
He owned to himself that she was simply perfect.

He had seen nothing in better taste, although he had been on intimate terms with the great ones of the earth.

As he watched her, he thought to himself that, high and brilliant as was her station, it was not yet high enough for her.