'Where are the trimmings of that blue dress? He said I looked
best in blue, and so, I think, I do. That wreath of blue forget-me-nots
and lilies of the valley, where in the world is it? But forget-me-nots
are so ridiculously sentimental; and the turquoise ornaments? I suppose
I must wear the bracelets and locket. Oh! here they are; and here are
the flowers and trimmings in a box, in the neatest possible order.'
Miss Gwynne began to arrange her hair.
'I declare I have forgotten how to do anything since Gladys has been
with me. I cannot put up this braid neatly. I must wait, and it is
nearly six o'clock, and dinner at half-past. What does it matter how I
look? I daresay Miss Nugent will look twenty times as well, and her
mother will dress her up to perfection. But he _cannot_ care for such a
girl as that. It is impossible; and he always looks at me with such
interest, and has such a kind manner, and says things that convey so
much. But if he really cares for me, why does he not say so? He knows
papa would consent, and--but he does not know that; I never--Ah! here
she is at last! Come in! Where have you been, Gladys? It really is too
provoking that you should have stayed so long, when you knew that I
particularly wanted you to-day.
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