She held out her hand to me with a quiet laugh.
"Have you forgotten me ?" she asked, "or am I so alarming ?" I set my teeth and moved towards her.
"You took my breath away," I said, with an ease which I was very far from feeling.

"Remember that I have come from Braster." I do not know what she wore.

Her gown seemed to me to be of some soft crepe or silk, and the colour of it was a smoky misty blue.

There were pearls around her neck, and her hair, arranged with exquisite simplicity, seemed to be drawn back from her face and arranged low down on the back of her neck.

She had still the fresh delightful colour which had been in her cheeks when she left Braster, and the smile with which she welcomed me was as delightful as ever.
"This is a charming arrangement," she declared.