They caught at each other.

The knocking was repeated.
"Who's that ?" Matilda asked, at Mrs.De Peyster's prompting.
"It's Archibald," answered a bland voice.
"Ma'am, shall I let him in ?" breathed Matilda.
"We don't dare keep him out," breathed Mrs.De Peyster.
Matilda admitted him.

Even in the semi-darkness of the room, due to the green shutters being closed, Mrs.De Peyster could see that he was admirably transformed from the raven Mr.Pyecroft of the night before.
He had on a gray modish suit, with lavender tie and socks to match; and looked natty and young and spirited and quite prepared for anything.
"Good morning, sisters," he greeted them pleasantly.

"I see you are admiring my new spring outfit.

Not at all bad, is it ?" He turned slowly about, for their better observation; then grinned and lowered his voice: "It's young De Peyster's; found it in his room, and helped myself.