There was clearly something here that had been kept from her--something to be unravelled! Suddenly the new-comer rose.

Mrs.Fairmile wore a dress of some pale gray stuff, cobweb-light and transparent, over a green satin.

It had the effect of sea-water, and her gray hat, with its pale green wreath, framed the golden-gray of her hair.

Every one of her few adornments was exquisite--so was her grace as she moved.

Daphne's pink-and-black vivacity beside her seemed a pinchbeck thing.
"Well, now, when will you all come to Upcott ?" Mrs.Fairmile said graciously, as she shook hands.