As she moved the light shone on her dress and gleamed on her jewels, until one was dazed with her splendor.
Lady Amelie was very particular about her flowers.

On this evening, with her costly dress and magnificent jewels, she would have nothing but white daphnes.

Did she know that the sweet, subtle fragrance of a daphne reaches the senses long before the odor of other flowers touches them?
As she surveyed herself in the mirror, she felt devoutly satisfied.
"I shall be able to convert Basil Carruthers, Esq., to anything I like," she said; "if he has resisted all the world, he will yield to me." So she drove off, resplendent, happy, animated, ready for the weaving of her spells.
Any good Christian, seeing her pass by with that triumphant smile on her lovely face, might have prayed their nearest and dearest should be kept from harm.
Lady Amelie never arrived very early at a ball.

She liked to make her entree when most of the other guests were assembled.

It was sweet to her to see how sorry and shy the ladies looked at her arrival, and how the faces of the men brightened.