Mavis, with faint reluctance, let Parkins do as she would with her.
The pearl necklaces were roped about her neck; gold bracelets were
put upon her arms; a thin platinum circlet, which supported a large
emerald, was clasped about her head.

Mavis stood to look at herself in the glass. She could scarcely
believe that the tall, queenly, ardent-looking girl was the same
tired, dispirited creature who had listlessly pinned on her hat of a
morning before tramping out, in all weathers, to search for work.
She gazed at herself for quite two minutes; whatever happened, the
memory of how she looked in all this rich finery was something to
remember.

"Will I do?" she asked of Mrs Hamilton, when that person, very
richly garbed, came into the room.

Mrs Hamilton looked her all over before replying:

"Yes, you'll do."

"I'm glad."

"I never make a mistake. You can go, Parkins."

When the maid had left the room, Mrs Hamilton said:

"I'm going to introduce you to my friends as Miss Devereux."

"But--"