Her costume no more distracted attention from herself than would the infolding calyx of a rosebud.

In its exquisite proportions her fine figure was outlined by close white drapery, which made her appear taller than she really was.

A single half-open Jacqueminot rose, like the one she had sent to Graydon at their parting over two years since, was fastened on her bosom.

Her dark eyes burned with a suppressed excitement.

Her complexion, if not so white as that of Miss Wildmere, was pure, and had a richer hue of health.