She looks confoundedly a
lady, but that rubbish isn't fair to her. Rig her out as good as the
rest--no expense spared. See to it to-morrow, my dear."
And Mrs. Anderton promised. She adored shopping, and this would be a
labor of love. So she went off to dress for dinner, full of visions of
bright pinks and blues and laces and ribbons that would have made
Halcyone shrink if she had known.
Mabel was magnificently patronizing and talked a jargon of fashionable
slang which Halcyone hardly understood. Some transient gleam of her
beloved mother kept suggesting itself to her when Mabel smiled. The
memory was not distinct enough for her to know what it was, but it hurt
her. The big, bouncing, overdeveloped girl had so little of the
personality which she had treasured all these years as of her
mother--treasured even more than remembered.
Ethel had no faintest look of La Sarthe, and was a nice, jolly, ordinary
young person--dear to her father's heart.
At last they left Halcyone alone with Priscilla, and presently the two
threw themselves into each other's arms--for the old nurse was crying
bitterly now, rocking herself to and fro.
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