That morning at the club two women had come out on the veranda and sat nearby, dressed, unlike Serena, in red swallowtail hunting blazers and black derbies, hot tea set before them to ward against the morning's chill. I suppose she imagines riding without a coat and cap de rigueur, the younger of the women had said, to which the other replied that it probably was in Colorado. (2.23)

There aren't many women in the book that we get to know well (aside from Rachel and Serena), but here we see how other women are behaving. Just like we suspected, it's nothing like Serena. Check out what they think of her, too—it's not just the men who don't take kindly to her sass.