She must be clever, witty, brilliant, he thought, or she would not have kept all those men enchained as she did.

He was very anxious to see her again.
"If she is like everyone else," he said, "I shall soon be disenchanted, but if she speaks as she looks, she will indeed be peerless among women." He longed for the evening.

He said nothing of her, but he talked so incessantly of the Duchess of Hexham, that the colonel understood exactly where his thoughts were, and smiled again most knowingly to himself.
He looked at his young kinsman in his faultless evening dress, and said to himself that there was not in all England a more noble or handsome man.
Lady Amelie called all the skill of the milliner to her aid; her dress was superb and effective--gold flowers on a white ground--a dress that irresistibly reminded one of sunbeams; it fell around her in statuesque folds that would have driven a sculptor to despair.

Her beautiful neck and white arms were bare.

She wore a diamond necklace of almost priceless value; her dark, shining hair was crowned with a circlet of the same royal stones; a diamond bracelet clasped one rounded arm.