She was attired in a gown that had been very chic in the fall of nineteen ten, but, though it was scant for these bouffant days, she was the old Virginia still-slim and strong and dainty, and highbred in every line, with dark eyes that mirrored passing thoughts.
"Shadow Mountain"
Dane Coolidge
Better far, if women would parade their charms, the courtly dresses of those beauties of Bird-cage Walk, by St. James's Park, where "Lady Betty Modish" was born-full, long, bouffant brocades, hair piled high, long and graceful scarfs, and gloves reaching to the elbow.
"Manners and Social Usages"
Mrs. John M. E. W. Sherwood
Though her dress matched Virginia's in every detail, from the soft folds of tulle at the neck to the fancy striped stockings under the bouffant draperies, the different shapes of the wearers gave to the one gown an air of decorous composure and to the other a quaint and appealing grace.
"Virginia"
Ellen Glasgow