Nothing would please Ada better than to present me just as I was, pale
and jaded, with dark rims beneath my eyes, induced by the severe
headache from which I was really suffering. It would show her own charms
to greater advantage, she thought, as she glanced at an opposite mirror
and saw the contrast between us.
“Oh, Richard,” she said pleadingly, “pray don’t object to her going
down, it wouldn’t be polite, and then they are all dying to see her.”
“Why then didn’t they, some of them, improve the opportunity when she
was here before, and _on show_ every day,” said Richard, moodily.
And Ada, forgetting herself, answered in a low tone, “Why, that’s plain
enough, Mrs. Richard Delafield is a very different personage from Miss
Lee, _gov_”——
“_Ada!_” sternly interposed my husband, “Never a remark like that in my
presence.”
“Why, Uncle Dick,” said Ada, smothering her anger and winding her white
arms around his neck, “how you frighten me. I didn’t mean anything, only
I do want Rose to go down, so much, can’t you, dear?” and she turned
towards me.
With her, I felt that it would hardly be polite to refuse, so I replied
that “after a cup of tea and half an hour’s rest, I would try to do so.”
Supper was brought to our room, the servant almost touching her knees to
the floor, so low was her obeisance to the “New Miss.” As I have once
before remarked, my head was aching dreadfully, and as I looked at the
soft, downy pillows which lay piled upon the snowy bed in the adjoining
room, I thought how much rather I would throw myself among them, than
join the gay company below. But it could not be, and with something like
_tears_ in the sound of my voice, I asked Richard to send up my trunks.
Closely inspecting me for a moment, he answered. “There is no necessity
for you to dress. You look well enough just as you are, and you must not
fatigue yourself any more. I shall get you excused in a little while,
and sometime after you are thoroughly rested, Angeline shall give a
large party at her own house, where you’ll have an opportunity to
display all the ‘_fixins_,’” and he laughed, thinking, I suppose, he had
said something smart.
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