"I don't think you ought to talk like that, Cecile," she said boldly. "You are always paying Lady Sarah compliments to her face, so you ought not to abuse her behind her back. Besides, I don't think she is cross to you. She seems kinder to you than to other people. We all notice it." "Ah, yes!" replied Cecile scornfully; "my lady can be amiable enough when it suits; but to live with all day long, to have her as mistress-- ah, Mademoiselle thinks she can understand what that means! But wait a little time, wait until Mrs Faucit shall go away and my lady is left in charge, then you shall see! You will feel for me then for what I undergo!" Mildred's eyes widened in astonishment. "But she is not going away! What do you mean by saying such a thing? How could she go away when she has visitors in the house, and her children are home for the holidays?" The Frenchwoman flushed and looked strangely embarrassed. "Oh, I mean nothing--nothing! I had the impression that it was said. The servants talk among themselves, Mademoiselle. But you know best-- you are of the family. It has been a mistake. See, then, Mademoiselle, I have made what I can. Do you find the dress is better?" "It looks ever so much nicer, Cecile. I can't imagine what you have done to make such an improvement. I am awfully obliged to you for all your trouble." "It is nothing, Mademoiselle, not worth speaking about. When the lace is on and the ribbon--big, full bows instead of the little, old ones-- you shall see what a difference I make. They will say no one can tie a bow like a Frenchwoman; and even in Paris, where I learn my business, no one in the room could make one like me. I had them always to arrange, on the handsomest dresses. Mademoiselle shall see the lovely bows I shall make--" Cecile lifted a roll of shimmering, satin ribbon from the table as she spoke, and shaking out a length of two or three yards, began to gather it up in her fingers. It was a beautiful ribbon, soft and thick, and of the richest texture, but Mildred flushed as she looked at it, and her voice sounded sharp and disapproving. "What ribbon is that? It's not mine! You are not going to put that on my dress, Cecile!" "But yes, Mademoiselle, I was told to do so. My lady rang the bell and asked what I did. When I said I helped with the dress of Mademoiselle Mildred, she took the ribbon from her drawer and asked if it should be useful. `Use what you will,' she say to me. It is a beautiful ribbon, Mademoiselle, and goes well with the lace. You look not satisfied, but believe me, when you see it arranged, you will agree--"