"How do you do, Mabel?" said Mrs. Aylmer the great, "and is this your daughter?"  A pair of light blue eyes traveled all over Florence from the crown of her head to the sole of her foot.  "I'll see you both at the hotel," said Mrs. Aylmer, in a gracious tone, "after I have had lunch.  I shall want a little rest immediately after, but don't keep me waiting.  I shall expect you at three o'clock."