The Katsaros family lived several miles out of town, on the cliffs, too far for them to walk, and so they had taken the carriage. Cathy was excited. She had heard a lot about the siblings. Apparently, they had grown rich on diamonds in South Africa, and the brother was a widower, almost like in a novel (too bad he was new money and didn't have a title) and his younger sister was Cathy's age. She hadn't had yet had an opportunity to be introduced to them, and so she had been happy to learn that the siblings had invited them to tea. 

She was dressed in one of her favourite dresses: a gentle salmon pink piece with white lace around the high neck and shoulders, puff sleeves, a scarlet ribbon to mark her thin waste, and a small bustle to create more curves than her frail body naturally possessed. Her blond hair was up in a perfect bun on the back of her head, and a pearl dangled from each earlobe.  

Cathy turned her eyes from the window to her sister. "Must be nice living in the country so far out of town. Have you been there before?"