"Look at those silk things, sir. Nobody but Fanchette could have made
them look anything but a botch. But they spoil the dress. And all to
please mother and Mrs. Grundy!"
"I like them. I suppose--the nearest you could get to buskins? You would
have preferred ankles
au naturel? I don't think you'd have been
admitted, Kitty."
"Shouldn't I? And so few people have feet they can show!" sighed Kitty,
regretfully.
Ashe's eyes met those of the maid, who was trying to hide her smiles,
and he and she both laughed.
"What do you think about it, eh, Blanche?"
"I think her ladyship is much better as she is," said the maid,
decidedly. "She'd have felt very strange when she got there."
Kitty turned upon her like a whirlwind. "Go to bed!" she said, putting
both hands on the shoulders of the maid. "Go to bed at once! Esther can
give me my cloak. Do you know, William, she was awake all last night
thinking of her brother?"
"The brother who has had an operation? But I thought there was good
news?" said Ashe, kindly.
"He's much better," put in Kitty. "She heard this afternoon. She won't
be such a goose as to lie awake, I Should hope, to-night.
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