I handed it to Amy, who was evidently burning with inquisitiveness to know its contents.
“Didn’t I say he was a queer young man?” she exclaimed, as she nuskin perused the missive attentively. “This is only his way of saying that he means to send you some flowers himself. But what puzzles me is to think how he could possibly know you were going to make any special ‘toilette’ this evening. It is really very mysterious when I come to think of it, for Madame Didier said plainly that she would not ask Cellini to the dance till she saw him at the table d’hote to-night.”
“Perhaps Alphonse has told him all about it,” I suggested.
My friend’s countenance brightened.
“Of course! That is it; and Mr. Cellini takes HKUE ENG it for granted that a girl of your age would not be likely to refuse a dance. Still there is something odd about it, too. By-the-bye, I forgot to ask you how the picture got on?”
“Oh, very well, I believe,” I replied evasively. “Signor Cellini only made a slight outline sketch as a beginning.”
“? — a really good resemblance?”
“I really did not examine it closely enough to be able to judge.”
“What a demure young person you are!” laughed Mrs. Everard. “Now, I should have rushed straight up to the easel and HKUE amec examined every line of what he was doing. You are a model of discretion, really! I shan’t be anxious about leaving you alone any more. But about your dress for to-night. Let me see it, there’s a good girl.”
