Great masses of crimson against white, amber and blue.

She had the instinctive elegance of a true Parisienne.
It struck me as I entered that I had never seen so many lovely flowers; the vases and the stands were all full.

Coralie herself sat in a large velvet fauteuil, the rich color of which formed a magnificent background to her bright face and golden-brown hair.

She was dressed with unusual elegance; a robe of soft, black crape fell in graceful folds around her.
I never shall understand ladies' dresses, but this was made so that the beautiful, white neck and arms were bare.
I remember, too, that she had great sprays of heliotrope in the bodice of her dress and in her hair.

She looked more lovely, more seductive, than any words of mine could describe, if I wrote for six months.
On the table by her side was a tray set with delicate china and silver, over which the firelight played cheerily.