She was interrupted by a soft entrance and the rustle of a dress.
"Ah, Margaret!" she said, looking round and smiling.
The girl who had come in approached her, shook hands, and looked down at
the baby. She was fair-haired and wore spectacles; her face was round
and childish, her eyes round and blue, with certain lines about them,
however, which showed that she was no longer in her first youth.
"I came to see if I could do anything to-day for Kitty. I know she is
very busy about the ball--"
"Head over ears apparently," said Lady Tranmore. "Everybody has lost
their wits. I see Kitty has chosen her dress."
"Yes, if Fanchette can make it all right. Poor Kitty! She has been in
such a state of mind. I think I'll go on with these invitations."
And, taking off her gloves and hat, Margaret French went to the
writing-table like one intimately acquainted with the room and its
affairs, took up a pile of cards and envelopes which lay upon it, and,
bringing them to Lady Tranmore's side, began to work upon them.
"I did about half yesterday," she explained; "but I see Kitty hasn't
been able to touch them, and it is really time they were out.
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