It's only orris and I didn't know Hannah
had put it in the trunks."
"My dear Rosalie," with a wave of the hand taking in both herself and
her dressing case, "it is all too strong."
"All--wh--what?" gaspingly.
"The whole thing. All that lace and love knot arrangement, the
gold-backed brushes and scent bottles with diamonds and rubies sticking
in them."
"They--they were wedding presents. They came from Tiffany's. Everyone
thought them lovely."
"They look as if they belonged to the dressing table of a French woman
of the demi-monde. I feel as if I had actually walked into the apartment
of some notorious Parisian soubrette."
Rosalie Vanderpoel was a clean-minded little person, her people were of
the clean-minded type, therefore she did not understand all that this
ironic speech implied, but she gathered enough of its significance to
cause her to turn first red and then pale and then to burst into tears.
She was crying and trying to conceal the fact when Hannah returned.
She bent her head and touched her eyes furtively while her toilette was
completed.
Sir Nigel had retired from the scene, but he had done so feeling that he
had planted a seed and bestowed a practical lesson.
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