I was still wondering when I heard her footsteps.
She came in unaccustomed garb to me.

She wore a grey dress of some soft material, and a large black hat with feathers.

Her skirts were gathered up in her hand, and I heard the jingling of harness at the corner of the avenue where her carriage was waiting.

I opened the door, and she entered with a soft swish of silk and a gentle rustling.

The room seemed instantly full of perfume of Neapolitan violets, a great bunch of which were in her bosom.
She looked swiftly around, and I fancied that it was a relief to her to find me alone.
"Is Colonel Ray here ?" she asked.
"He is waiting for you," I answered, "on the sands.