Her wild, distracted prayer was the reverse of soothing.  She sprang up, poured some water into her basin, and began to wash her face and hands; then she dressed herself neatly and gracefully.  There were no lack of pretty dresses now for Florence Aylmer to bedeck herself in. She took great pains with her toilet.  There was a certain satisfaction, as she donned her silken chains, in knowing that at least she could look as well as Kitty, nicer even than Kitty, as far as dress was concerned.