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She returned in a little more than ten minutes, in the freshest toilette, all pale shimmering blue, like the spring sky, with pearl-grey gloves and boots and parasol, and a bonnet that seemed made of azure butterflies.

She also had a blue cloth suit with brass buttons, a stick-up collar like a gentleman's, a necktie arranged in a sailor's knot, a golden pin in the shape of a little lawn-tennis racket, and pearl-grey gloves with big black stitchings. Adela's second impression was that she was an actress, and her third that no such person had ever before crossed that threshold.

There was old Lord Moleyn, like a caricature of an English milord in a French comic paper: a long man, with a long nose and long, drooping moustaches and long teeth of old ivory, and lower down, absurdly, a short covert coat, and below that long, long legs cased in pearl-grey trousers legs that bent unsteadily at the knee and gave a kind of sideways wobble as he walked.

A butterfly with folded wings clung to a stalk of grass; upon the under side of his wing thus exposed there were buff spots, and dark dots and streaks drawn on the finest ground of pearl-grey, through which there came a tint of blue; there was a blue, too, shut up between the wings, visible at the edges.

But in fact he found them tearing, great, smelly things. Obliged by Annette to have one a Rollhard with pearl-grey cushions, electric light, little mirrors, trays for the ashes of cigarettes, flower vases all smelling of petrol and stephanotis he regarded it much as he used to regard his brother-in-law, Montague Dartie.

Soon I was in a quiet backwater of the town. There it was! Opposite me, the last gleams of the setting sun shed their radiance on a very bright little house covered with a luxuriant vine. On one side, in the same golden light, the name of Isaline Coquet smiled in sky-blue letters. The shop was white, with pearl-grey shutters; and on the ledges were bunchy plants gay with pink, starry flowers.

"About a pound!" said he, fierce-eyed. "Confound the mud!" Away to our left and high in air a puff of smoke appeared, a pearl-grey, fleecy cloud, and as I, unsuspecting, watched it writhe into fantastic shapes, my ears were smitten with a deafening report, and instinctively I ducked. "Shrapnel!" said F., waving his hand in airy introduction.

It was a faded lady of a day a lady of waxen cheeks, attired in pearl-grey and old lace, her dim eyes illumined by a last smile. It gave an air of unreality to the perspective of tall buildings, and treated with indulgent irony the passing show of humans on foot, on omnibuses, in cabs and motors turning them into shadow shapes tending no whither. I laughed to myself.

Folding his arms, he leaned his shoulders against the stone embrasure; and stood so, a long while, absorbing with every faculty of flesh and spirit the stillness, the mystery, the pearl-grey light and bottomless gulfs of shadow; his mind emptied of articulate thought ... his soul poised motionless, as it were a bird on outspread wings....

Diana opened it, and found that it was a milliner's bill against Mrs. Harkaway. "For making a pearl-grey silk dress, etc., etc." To hide herself was Diana's next move. Clutching her sharp dagger firmly in her hand, the vengeful woman concealed herself behind some tapestry and waited. Nor had she long to wait. A light foot was heard without.