"
Ashe took it and thrust it into his pocket.
"Get my things ready, please," said Kitty to her maid. Ashe felt himself
dismissed and went.
As soon as he was gone, Kitty sprang out of bed, threw on a
dressing-gown, and ran across to Blanche, who was bending over a chest
of drawers. "Why did you say those foolish things to me yesterday?" she
demanded, taking the girl impetuously by the arm, and so startling her
that she nearly dropped the clothes she held.
"They weren't foolish, my lady," said Blanche, sullenly, with averted
eyes.
"They were!" cried Kitty. "Of course, I'm a vixen--I always was. But you
know, Blanche, I'm not always as bad as I have been lately. Very soon I
shall be quite charming again--you'll see!"
"I dare say, my lady." Blanche went on sorting and arranging the
lingerie she had taken out of the drawer.
Kitty sat down beside her, nursing a bare foot which was crossed over
the other.
"You know how I abused you about my hair, Blanche? Well, Mrs. Alcot
said, that very night, she never saw it so well done. She thought it
must be Pierrefitte's best man. Wasn't it hellish of me? I knew quite
well you'd done it beautifully.
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