Freda , looking at herself along her arm in the mirror , recalled this description and smiled faintly . She was short and plump , with a piquant , irregular little face , vivid tinting , curly , unmanageable hair of ruddy brown , and big grey eyes . Certainly , she was not his ideal . `` When and where did you meet your lady of the Madonna face and twilight eyes ? '' she asked . Roger frowned . Freda 's face was solemn enough but her eyes looked as if she might be laughing at him . `` I have n't met her yet . I have only seen her . It was in the park yesterday . She was in a carriage with the Mandersons . So beautiful , Freda ! Our eyes met as she drove past and I realized that I had found my long-sought ideal . I rushed back to town and hunted up Pete Manderson at the club . Pete is a donkey but he has his ways of being useful . He told me who she was . Her name is Stephanie Gardiner ; she is his cousin from the south and is visiting his mother . And , Freda , I am to dine at the Mandersons ' tonight . I shall meet her . '' `` Do goddesses and ideals and Madonnas eat ? ''
said XXXXX in an awed whisper .
Freda Gardiner Madonna Manderson Mandersons Pete Roger goddesses tinting twilight