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to choose such a dress for a quiet home evening! It was probably the first that had come to her hand, and she had put it on without a thought. When there was a dinner party, and the most important people in the neighbourhood were assembled to meet her, she would just as likely as not appear in a simple muslin. Katrine had lived through such experiences before, and had suffered much aggravation thereby. She stared with exaggerated surprise, whereupon Grizel gurgled, quick to appreciate the criticism.

ā€œYes, maā€™am. My very best! Ainā€™t I a pr-etty ittle did?ā€

ā€œIt would be very suitable for a Court ball. What possessed you to put it on to-night?ā€

ā€œI felt like it,ā€”in a golden mood! I always dress to suit my moods. Besides itā€™s quite new, and the dear thing wanted its turn. It is my Sheba dress, but you arenā€™t nearly so appreciative as Aunt Griselda. She bowed down before me.ā€

ā€œIā€™m not going to bow down, but itā€™s a marvellous frock!ā€ Katrine felt a depressing consciousness of the shabby black net which had done duty for home wear for several winters in succession, and woman-like reflected with a pang that the price of that golden sheaf would probably equal that of her entire summer outfit. How would it feel to own a fairy purse, and bid Paquin do his best?

For a moment she was rent with envy, then curiosity claimed its day. She crossed the room, and peered with awe and admiration at the elaborateness of the dress, the chiffon skirts poised one upon another, which softened the glare of the satin slip, the exquisite design of the embroidery, the rare and varied beads with which it was intermingled.

ā€œGrizelā€”what gorgeousness! Every bead is a treasure. It must have taken months to work. And on a piece of perishable net. I have read about such things, but Iā€™ve never seen them... Mrs Brewston would read you a lesson on wanton extravaganceā€”ā€

ā€œDecadence,ā€ interrupted Grizel firmly. ā€œYou must always call it decadence. And I should perfectly agree. But the poor lambs had embroidered it, so some one had to pay, and Aunt Griselda might as well do it as any one else. I wouldnā€™t have dreamed of giving the order!ā€

ā€œHumbug! Quibbler!ā€”Is there any possible way of getting into it, or do you wriggle in at the neck? Thereā€™s nothing of you, my dear, but you are modelled so consideratelyā€”plump in the right places! ... The sleeves are a trifle attenuated, donā€™t you think?ā€

ā€œPerhaps they are, but itā€™s the fault of my arms. They are so pretty! Look at that ikkle, ikkle dimple... You wouldnā€™t have the heart to hide it!ā€ returned Grizel, shutting one eye so as to peer with the other at the soft, infantile dents above the elbow. In praise or blame she was always markedly honest as regarded her own appearance. Even when Martin made his appearance at the door, and came to the sudden stand as if dazzled by the glittering apparition in the middle of the dark room, Grizel seemed to see no reason for changing her pose, but continued to peer and to crane with undiminished interest.

ā€œIā€™m showing Katrine a bonnie wee dimple... This side, to the west! I can just peer at it like this, but itā€™s beautiful viewed from the side, I wear my sleeve cut short ā€˜a pupos.ā€™ ... This is the dress that the Duck wears, Martin, the night sheā€™s engaged. He hadnā€™t intended to speak so soon, but when he saw her in it he couldnā€™t resistā€”ā€

ā€œIā€™m sure he couldnā€™tā€”!ā€

Martinā€™s echo came back with what his sister considered a painful banality. She flinched before it, as at a desecration. When one is accustomed to regard a man as seated on a permanent pinnacle of grief, it is a shock to find him condescending to the ordinary barter of compliment, but Martin was oblivious of her frown, for Grizel had opened her closed eye, and peered upward into his face with her sweet, lazy smile.

He gave her his arm, led her in to dinner, arranged her chair, and groped under the table for a footstool, leaving Katrine to follow, alone and unnoticed. Never in all the years they had lived together had he thought of a footstool for his sisterā€™s feet! As there was only one of these articles in common use, she was obliged to do without the ordinary support, and the feeling of discomfort lasted throughout the meal.

The curtains were undrawn, leaving a vista of garden sloping upward to the knoll, the low panelled room was already dim, and the table was lighted by candles in tall silver stands. A bowl of beautifully cut old glass was piled high with roses, and the meal was dainty and well chosen, for Katrine was on her mettle before Grizelā€™s quizzical eyes. Martin sat at the head of the table; he had the long thin face, the deep-set eyes, the sensitive lips, which carry the mind instinctively to the days of old. For him a stock and a fob would have seemed more appropriate than twentieth-century attire. His eyes looked particularly dark to-night; he held himself buoyantly erect.

Grizel rested both elbows on the table, and began feeding herself with fragments of bread, before the soup was served.

ā€œExcuse my bad manners. Theyā€™re so fashionable!ā€ she mumbled in explanation. She attacked her soup with a zest which one would hardly have expected from so fragile a creature, and took little part in the conversation until it was finished. Then once more she rested her elbows on the table, and smiled across at her host.

ā€œAnd so,ā€ she said lazily, ā€œto-morrow is the Dukeā€™s bean-feast. Itā€™s no end of a way, isnā€™t it? How do we go?ā€

ā€œMartin has engaged a car. Several neighbours wanted us to share, and it was really quite a blessing to be able to refuse. Last year we went with the Morlands, and they stuck to us like glue to the bitter end. This time we shall be free.ā€

ā€œWe three, and a second man. Who is the second man?ā€

ā€œWe three, and no other man!ā€

Grizel dropped her hands on to the table, and stared with distended eyes.

ā€œBut, my child, how absurd. Iā€™m the most unexacting of critters but I make it a principle, never to share a man! There must be an odd bachelor in the neighbourhood whoā€™d be glad of a lift! A presentable, flirtable creature to make up the four!ā€

The youthful parlour-maid jerked at the sound of that second adjective, and scurried from the room, soup plates in hand, leaving Katrine to whisper hasty reprisals.

ā€œGrizel, please! Wait until afterwards. Itā€™s a young girl I am training. She belongs to the Y.W.C.A.ā€

Grizelā€™s stare changed to a smile.

ā€œI donā€™t object, dear. I really donā€™t. So long as sheā€™s pleased, I assure you I wonā€™t let it make any difference!ā€

ā€œBut thatā€™s just what I want it to do! Do please be sensible until dinner is over, and for mercyā€™s sake donā€™t talk about flirts. Sheā€™ll be so shocked.ā€

ā€œThen sheā€™ll be the first Y.W. Iā€™ve ever met who was. And I donā€™t believe she will, neither. Thereā€™s a tilt to her capā€”ā€

The door opened to admit the Y.W., bearing in her hands the fish, and on her face that expression of concentrated vacuity which denotes acute curiosity. Every householder has suffered such moments, and knows by experience the painful pause which ensues before one of the diners bursts vivaciously into impersonalities, but to-day there was no pause. Grizel was too nimble-witted to permit such discomfiture. There was not the slightest break in the continuity of her speech, her words flowed on in a smooth unbroken stream.

ā€ā€”The which I take to typify a certain temperamental tendency towards the ornate, coupled with a desire to please, and be appreciated by those whom Providence has appointed lords among us, against which tendency all the restrictions of that admirable societyā€”ā€

ā€œGrizel! Idiot! Eat your fish. You talk too much!ā€

Martin had burst into a roar of laughter, in which Katrine perforce was obliged to join. The Y.W. marched stolidly round the table. She was by no means so dense as she appeared, was perfectly aware that the visitor had been reproved in her absence, and suspected a personal application in the long-winded speech. She disappeared in search of sauce, and to report the progress of events to the eager cook.

ā€œIā€™ll make a compact with you,ā€ whispered Grizel eagerly. ā€œIā€™ll talk like a tract to the end of my stay, if you can induce her not to puff down my back! Principles I respect, but draughts I abhor. Just make it perfectly clear!ā€ ...

The Y.W. returned, and puffed vigorously the while she handed the sauce, whereat Katrine suffered a moment of acute suspense, but Grizel only wriggled her white shoulders, and remarked sweetly:

ā€œChill, isnā€™t it, for the time of year!ā€

Katrine hastily turned the conversation.

ā€œGrizel, did you know that Martinā€™s last book is already in its third edition?ā€

ā€œNo. Is it? How very good.ā€

The words were irreproachable but there was something lacking in the tone. Katrine frowned, Martin looked across the table at the sparkling golden figure, who sat with head on one side, and brows arched, like a penitent child asking for forgiveness. Their eyes met, and he smiled in reassuring sweetness.

ā€œMartinā€™s books are a forbidden topic at Martinā€™s table. After dinner, Grizel, Iā€™ll take you to see my roses. They are much more interesting.ā€

ā€œIn that dress! In those slippers!ā€ gasped Katrine outraged. As neither of her hearers volunteered a reply she considered the proposition ruled out of court, but after coffee had been served it was necessary to retire to her room to write an order to the stores, and upon her return, lo! the room was empty, the French windows stood apart, and in and out between the bushes of the knoll passed a shimmer of golden light.

Katrineā€™s first sensation was one of shocked surprise at the recklessness of garden promenades in a costly new gown, her second an impulse to go out in her turn, and make one of a party to enjoy the fragrant dusk. She had gathered up her skirts, was on the point of stepping through the window, when like a dart came the remembrance of Grizelā€™s words, her avowed dislike to ā€œsharing a manā€; of Martinā€™s evident agreement. She drew back, seated herself on the nearest chair, and digested the unwelcome thought.

They would not want her! They had probably chosen the moment when she was out of the room to start on their ramble alone. If she were to join them now, her presence would form the proverbial ā€œtrumpery.ā€

Katrine could have understood it, could have sympathised frankly if it had been a case of love; lovers naturally wished to be alone, but Martin and Grizel were merely friends, not even intimate friends, since Grizelā€™s visits had come at long intervals during the past years. They could have no sweet secrets to discuss.

Sitting alone in the room looking out into the dusk, a memory darted back out of the years. Just so had she sat during her first visit to the house, in that brief summer of Martinā€™s wedlock. She had been a young girl then, lately released from school. She recalled anew the loneliness which had fallen upon her, while Martin and Juliet roamed the garden paths, and she sat alone, listening to the soft burst of laughter, watching the flit of the white dress.

A white dress, ghost-like, transparent; a light, slight thing, as befitted the youthful wearer. Grizelā€™s dress was gold; it flashed an opulent orange and red. There was nothing ghostly about it; it was warm, and human, and alive. It drew the eye with an irresistible allure.

How could he! How could he! Along the very paths which he had paced with Juliet. Beside the flowers which her hands had planted! Once again Katrine suffered the pang, the repulsion. All these years she had suffered at the sight of Martin sorrowful and lonely, nowā€”mysterious, but incontrovertible fact!ā€”she suffered afresh at the

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