They dispersed about the room，reminding me，by the lightness and buoyancy of their movements，of a flock of white plumy birds. Some of them threw themselves in half-reclining positions on the sofas and ottomans: some bent over the tables and examined the flowers and books: the rest gathered in a group round the fire: all talked in a low but clear tone which seemed habitual to them. I knew their names afterwards，and may as well mention them now.

First，there was Mrs. Eshton and two of her daughters. She had evidently been a handsome woman，and was well preserved still. Of her daughters，the eldest，Amy，was rather little: naive，and child-like in face and manner，and piquant in form; her white muslin dress and blue sash became her well. The second，Louisa，was taller and more elegant in figure; with a very pretty face，of that order the French term minois chiffone: both sisters were fair as lilies.

Lady Lynn was a large and stout personage of about forty，very erect，very haughty-looking，richly dressed in a satin robe of changeful sheen: her dark hair shone glossily under the shade of an azure plume，and within the circlet of a band of gems.

Mrs. Colonel Dent was less showy; but，I thought，more lady-like.

She had a slight figure，a pale，gentle face，and fair hair. Her black satin dress，her scarf of rich foreign lace，and her pearl ornaments，pleased me better than the rainbow radiance of the titled dame.

But the three most distinguished- partly，perhaps，because the tallest figures of the band- were the Dowager Lady Ingram and her daughters，Blanche and Mary. They were all three of the loftiest stature of women. The Dowager might be between forty and fifty: her shape was still fine; her hair (by candlelight at least) still black; her teeth，too，were still apparently perfect. Most people would have termed her a splendid woman of her age: and so she was，no doubt，physically speaking; but then there was an expression of almost insupportable haughtiness in her bearing and countenance. She had Roman features and a double chin，disappearing into a throat like a pillar: these features appeared to me not only inflated and darkened，but even furrowed with pride; and the chin was sustained by the same principle，in a position of almost preternatural erectness. She had，likewise，a fierce and a hard eye: it reminded me of Mrs. Reed"s; she mouthed her words in speaking; her voice was deep，its inflections very pompous，very dogmatical,- very intolerable，in short. A crimson velvet robe，and a shawl turban of some gold-wrought Indian fabric，invested her (I suppose she thought) with a truly imperial dignity.