[Illustration: Trevithick watched her with wonder and pity.] Sylvia now broke in on Miss Spencer's half-mad mood. She touched one of the hands tenderly. Trevithick, as he noticed it, thought that it was the first time he had seen Sylvia's face really soft; and wonderfully the new expression completed the girl's beauty. So she will look, he thought, some day, when she is in love, like--like Pamela. But Pamela's serious face was hidden from him now with a fire-screen she held in her hand. He had noticed of late that she seldom looked at him, nor was he displeased. He knew the secret she was afraid to reveal. "We are all going to the Vandaleur affair, Miss Spencer," Sylvia was saying. "It will be on the thirtieth. There are to be great doings--acres of marquees for the diners, and the winter garden lit by electricity, and I don't know what besides." Miss Spencer came back to every-day life with a start. "To the Vandaleur affair, child! Why, who is going to take you?" "Papa, of course. He loves a little outing, though he won't admit it. He says he'd rather stay at home and have a quiet night's work at his book, and get some hot tea ready for us by the time we come home." "Why shouldn't I take you?" said the old lady. "I'm hardly old enough for a chaperon, of course, still I've the carriage, and I'd enjoy the function. I haven't been at one since the time Tom Charteris was master of the hounds. How long ago is that?" Mr. Graydon, to whom she spoke, answered her without looking at her. "A goodish few years ago." "It can't be," said the old lady; "not more than four or five at the outside. I wore white satin and pearls. That reminds me: what are you going to wear, minx?" This to Sylvia, at the same time softly pulling her ear. "We've got pattern-books of silk stuffs from Dublin. They're dirt-cheap; but the dressmaking will be the bother. However, I daresay we'll manage. Mrs. Collins' Nancy, who is a lady's-maid, is expected home for Christmas. She'll cut the frocks out, and we'll sew them ourselves. She'll know the fashions." [Illustration: "I must go, to unravel a tangled skein."] "Stuff and nonsense, child! Your first public appearance, too." "It's Pam's also. But you'll see we'll look very nice. I shouldn't be surprised if the prince fell in love with me." "What prince? Oh, I see, Cinderella's. But Cinderella went magnificently to her evening party--not in cheap and nasty stuffs cobbled up anyhow." "The prince wouldn't see that. He'd be disconsolate when I disappeared at twelve o'clock, and he'd send all over the country to find the fit of my glass slipper, and Molly and Pam would cry tears of rage because it wouldn't even fit on their toes." "You're not ball-going, minx." "It will be just as good. There'll be a beautiful dinner, and everyone in the county there, and afterwards there will be acres of beautiful things to see. It is a thousand pities Mr. Vandaleur is an absentee."