"How
could you remember it all?"
Kitty sat down, her lip trembling scornfully.
"I had to say it every week at the convent."
"I understand," said Cliffe in Darrell's ear--"that last night she was
Dona Sol. An accommodating young woman."
Meanwhile Kitty looked up to find Ashe beside her. He said,
"Magnificent!"--but it did not matter to her what he said. His face told
her that she had moved him, and that he was incapable of any foolish
chatter about it. A smile of extraordinary sweetness sprang into her
eyes; and when Lady Grosville came up to thank her, the girl impetuously
rose, and, in the foreign way, kissed her hand, courtesying. Lord
Grosville said, heartily, "Upon my word, Kitty, you ought to go on the
stage!" and she smiled upon him, too, in a flutter of feeling,
forgetting his scolding and her own impertinence, before dinner. The
revulsion, indeed, throughout the company--with two exceptions--was
complete. For the rest of the evening Kitty basked in sunshine and
flattery. She met it with a joyous gentleness, and the little figure,
still bedraped in white, became the centre of the room's kindness.
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