They are cousins, Howard, so be cautious what
you say to one about the other. Oh, here is Mr. Berersford."
The others knew each other well; Howard knew them only as he had seen their
names in the "fashionable intelligence" columns of the newspapers. Mrs.
Carnarvon was a small thin woman in a black velvet gown which made her
thinness obtrusive and attractive or the reverse according as one's taste
is toward or away from attenuation. Her eyes were a dull, greenish grey,
her skin brown and smooth and tough from much exposure in the hunting
field. Her cheeks were beginning to hang slightly, so that one said: "She
is pretty, but she will soon not be." Her mouth proclaimed strong
appetites--not unpleasantly since she was good-looking.
Miss Trevor was perhaps ten years younger than her cousin, not far from
twenty-four. She had a critical, almost amused yet not unpleasant way of
looking out of unusually clear blue-green eyes. Her hair was of an ordinary
shade of dark brown, but fine and thick and admirably arranged to set off
her long, sensitive, high bred features. Her chin and mouth expressed
decision and strong emotions.
There was a vacant chair between Segur and Berersford and it was presently
filled by a fat, middle-aged woman, neither blonde nor brunette, with a
large, serene face.
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