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of them good-looking and both of them ready to flirt with anybody. But there was too much flirting, I suppose. Good heavens! if I couldn’t have a scandal and keep it quiet, I wouldn’t have a scandal at all. Come and help me, Emily.”

      Emily sat down beside her.

      “You see, it is my early August party,” said her ladyship, rubbing her delicate little old nose with her pencil, “and Walderhurst is coming to me. It always amuses me to have Walderhurst. The moment a man like that comes into a room the women begin to frisk about and swim and languish, except those who try to get up interesting conversations they think likely to attract his attention. They all think it is possible that he may marry them. If he were a Mormon he might have marchionesses of Walderhurst of all shapes and sizes.”

      “I suppose,” said Emily, “that he was very much in love with his first wife and will never marry again.”

      “He wasn’t in love with her any more than he was in love with his housemaid. He knew he must marry, and thought it very annoying. As the child died, I believe he thinks it his duty to marry again. But he hates it. He’s rather dull, and he can’t bear women fussing about and wanting to be made love to.”

      They went over the visiting-book and discussed people and dates seriously. The list was made and the notes written before Emily left the house. It was not until she had got up and was buttoning her coat that Lady Maria bestowed her boon.

      “Emily,” she said, “I am going to ask you to Mallowe on the 2d. I want you to help me to take care of people and keep them from boring me and one another, though I don’t mind their boring one another half so much as I mind their boring me. I want to be able to go off and take my nap at any hour I choose. I will not entertain people. What you can do is to lead them off to gather things of look at church towers. I hope you’ll come.”

      Emily Fox-Seton’s face flushed rosily, and her eyes opened and sparkled.

      “O Lady Maria, you are kind!” she said. “You know how I should enjoy it. I have heard so much of Mallowe. Every one says it is so beautiful and that there are no such gardens in England.”

      “They are good gardens. My husband was rather mad about roses. The best train for you to take is the 2:30 from Paddington. That will bring you to the Court just in time for tea on the lawn.”

      Emily could have kissed Lady Maria if they had been on the terms which lead people to make demonstrations of affection. But she would have been quite as likely to kiss the butler when he bent over her at dinner and murmured in dignified confidence, “Port or sherry, miss?” Bibsworth would have been no more astonished than Lady Maria would, and Bibsworth certainly would have expired of disgust and horror.

      She was so happy when she hailed the twopenny bus that when she got into it her face was beaming with the delight which adds freshness and good looks to any woman. To think that such good luck had come to her! To think of leaving her hot little room behind her and going as a guest to one of the most beautiful old houses in England! How delightful it would be to live for a while quite naturally the life the fortunate people lived year after year—to be a part of the beautiful order and picturesqueness and dignity of it! To sleep in a lovely bedroom, to be called in the morning by a perfect housemaid, to have one’s early tea served in a delicate cup, and to listen as one drank it to the birds singing in the trees in the park! She had an ingenuous appreciation of the simplest material joys, and the fact that she would wear her nicest clothes every day, and dress for dinner every evening, was a delightful thing to reflect upon. She got so much more out of life than most people, though she was not aware of it.

      She opened the front door of the house in Mortimer Street with her latchkey, and went upstairs, almost unconscious that the damp heat was dreadful. She met Jane Cupp coming down, and smiled at her happily.

      “Jane,” she said, “if you are not busy, I should like to have a little talk with you. Will you come into my room?”

      “Yes, miss,” Jane replied, with her usual respectful lady’s maid’s air. It was in truth Jane’s highest ambition to become some day maid to a great lady, and she privately felt that her association with Miss Fox-Seton was the best possible training. She used to ask to be allowed to dress her when she went out, and had felt it a privilege to be permitted to “do” her hair.

      She helped Emily to remove her walking dress, and neatly folded away her gloves and veil. She knelt down before her as soon as she saw her seat herself to take off her muddy boots.

      “Oh, thank you, Jane,” Emily exclaimed, with her kind italicised manner. “That is good of you. I am tired, really. But such a nice thing has happened. I have had such a delightful invitation for the first week in August.”

      “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, miss,” said Jane. “It’s so hot in August.”

      “Lady Maria Bayne has been kind enough to invite me to Mallowe Court,” explained Emily, smiling down at the cheap slipper Jane was putting on her large, well-shaped foot. She was built on a large scale, and her foot was of no Cinderella-like proportions.

      “O miss!” exclaimed Jane. “How beautiful! I was reading about Mallowe in ‘Modern Society’ the other day, and it said it was lovely and her ladyship’s parties were wonderful for smartness. The paragraph was about the Marquis of Walderhurst.”

      “He is Lady Maria’s cousin,” said Emily, “and he will be there when I am.”

      She was a friendly creature, and lived a life so really isolated from any ordinary companionship that her simple little talks with Jane and Mrs. Cupp were a pleasure to her. The Cupps were neither gossiping nor intrusive, and she felt as if they were her friends. Once when she had been ill for a week she remembered suddenly realising that she had no intimates at all, and that if she died Mrs. Cupp’s and Jane’s would certainly be the last faces—and the only ones—she would see. She had cried a little the night she thought of it, but then, as she told herself, she was feverish and weak, and it made her morbid.

      “It was because of this invitation that I wanted to talk to you, Jane,” she went on. “You see, we shall have to begin to contrive about dresses.”

      “Yes, indeed, miss. It’s fortunate that the summer sales are on, isn’t it? I saw some beautiful colored linens yesterday. They were so cheap, and they do make up so smart for the country. Then you’ve got your new Tussore with the blue collar and waistband. It does become you.”

      “I must say I think that a Tussore always looks fresh,” said Emily, “and I saw a really nice little tan toque—one of those soft straw ones—for three and eleven. And just a twist of blue chiffon and a wing would make it look quite good.”

      She was very clever with her fingers, and often did excellent things with a bit of chiffon and a wing, or a few yards of linen or muslin and a remnant of lace picked up at a sale. She and Jane spent quite a happy afternoon in careful united contemplation of the resources of her limited wardrobe. They found that the brown skirt could be altered, and, with the addition of new revers and collar and a jabot of string-coloured lace at the neck, would look quite fresh. A black net evening dress, which a patron had goodnaturedly given her the year before, could be remodelled and touched up delightfully. Her fresh face and her square white shoulders were particularly adorned by black. There was a white dress which could be sent to the cleaner’s, and an old pink one whose superfluous breadths could be combined with lace and achieve wonders.

      “Indeed, I think I shall be very well off for dinner-dresses,” said Emily. “Nobody expects me to change often. Every one knows—if they notice at all.” She did not know she was humble-minded and of an angelic contentedness of spirit. In fact, she did not find herself interested in contemplation of her own qualities, but in contemplation and admiration of those of other people. It was necessary to provide Emily Fox-Seton with food and lodging and such a wardrobe as would be just sufficient credit to her more fortunate acquaintances. She worked hard to attain this modest end and was quite satisfied. She found at the shops where the summer sales were being held

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