8. A soft material, made for woman’s use, Named from the town whose looms the web produce. 9. One of three sisters, shedding kindly words With all the aid that sympathy affords; In youthful loveliness, their looks benign, With purest charity and kindness shine. XIMENA. ABOUT PEGGY SAVILLE. BY JESSIE MANSERGH (Mrs. G. de Horne Vaizey), Author of “Sisters Three,” etc. CHAPTER XXII. It was fully half an hour later when Peggy crept along the passage, and took advantage of a quiet moment to slip into the room and seat herself in a sheltered corner. Quick as she was, however, somebody’s eyes were even quicker, for a tall figure stepped before her, and an aggrieved voice cried loudly— “Well, I hope you are smart enough to satisfy yourself, now that you _are_ ready! You have taken long enough, I must say. What about that first waltz that you promised to have with me!” Peggy drew in her breath with a gasp of dismay. “Oh, Rob, I am sorry! I forgot all about it. I’ve been so perturbed. Something awful has occurred. You heard about it of course——” “No, I didn’t! What on earth—” began the boy anxiously; but so soon as he heard the two words “Rosalind’s dress!” he shrugged his shoulders in contemptuous indifference. “Oh, that! I heard something about it, but I didn’t take much notice. Spilt some ink, didn’t you? What’s the odds if you did? Accidents will happen, and she has a dozen others to choose from. I don’t see anything wrong with the dress. It looks decent enough.” Peggy followed the direction of his eyes and caught a glimpse of Rosalind floating past on the arm of a tall soldierly youth. She was sparkling with smiles, and looking as fresh and spotless as on the moment when she had stepped across the threshold of her own room. Neither face nor dress bore any trace of the misfortune of an hour before, and Peggy heaved a sigh of relief as she watched her to and fro. “Jolly enough, isn’t she? There’s nothing for you to fret about, you see,” said Rob consolingly. “She has forgotten all about it, and the best thing you can do is to follow her example. What would you think of some light refreshment? Let’s go to the dining-room, and drown our sorrows in strawberry ice. Then we can have a waltz, and try a vanilla,—and a polka, and some lemonade! That’s my idea of enjoying myself. Come along, while you get the chance!——” “Oh, Rob, you _are_ greedy!” protested Peggy; nevertheless she rose blithely enough, and her eyes began to sparkle with some of their wonted vivacity. There was something strong and re-assuring about Robert’s presence; he looked upon things in such an eminently sensible, matter-of-fact way, that one was ashamed to give way to moods and tenses in his company. Peggy began to feel that there was still some possibility of happiness in life, and on her way to the door she came face to face with Lady Darcy, who re-assured her still further by smiling as amiably as if nothing had happened.