In a low chair beneath a red shaded standing lamp sat Ida, in a diaphanous evening dress of mousseline de soie
, the ruddy light tinging her sweet childlike face, and glowing on her golden curls.
As we approached, the door flew open, and a little blonde woman stood in the opening, clad in some sort of light mousseline de soie
, with a touch of fluffy pink chiffon at her neck and wrists.
Her trousseau included sheets from Czechoslovakia, shoes from Ferragamo in Florence and nightgowns in mousseline de soie