"I don't believe you know yourself," remarked Lady Helen. "Now, get into your prettiest dress. We are going to motor in the Park, you and I, all by ourselves." "But Where's Daddy?" I asked. "I want Daddy to come with us." "Your father won't be in until dinner-time; he is very busy. By the way, two gentlemen, special friends of mine--and, indeed, I think one of them is a special friend of yours--are coming to dine here to-night." "Oh!" I said. I felt myself changing colour. My stepmother gazed at me, and a curious smile, which I did not like, flitted across her face. "Come," she said; "you are a good girl; you are not quite as silly as you seem, and I perceive that you are taking kindly to my arrangements." "Please tell me the names of the gentlemen who are dining here to-night?" I asked. "I shall do nothing of the kind. I never give away my pet secrets. You will see them when they come, and I wish you to look your very sweetest and best. That new feathery sort of dress, with the silver embroidery, will exactly suit you. You can wear a great bunch of these roses just here"--she indicated the front of my dress--"and Morris will arrange a few on the skirt. I assure you, with those additions to your white and silver dress, you will, my dear daughter, be irresistible. It isn't every girl who does so well in her first season; but then, it isn't every girl who has the advantage of a mother like me. Now I mustn't waste any more time. Ring for Morris. Tell her that she is to put you into your dark blue costume, with the blue hat to match, and the silver fox fur. Get ready as fast as you can. Ah! here you are, Morris. Attend to Miss Dalrymple, please." CHAPTER XII Lady Helen swept out of the room, and Morris began to dress me. "It's strange, her ladyship coming back," she remarked. But I was in no mood to exchange confidences with my maid. I said at once: "I suppose Lady Helen can change her mind." "Oh, of course, miss; but all the same it is strange. It means--yes, miss, I know what it means." "Please, Morris, don't talk now; my head aches." "Poor young lady!" said Morris. She gave me a significant look. "If I was you I'd be firm," she said. "It means courage, but you have plenty of spirit. We remark on it in the servants' hall. We say that it would take a great deal to knock Miss Heather's spirit out of her." There was no use in finding fault with Morris. I remained silent. "Those roses are superb," she said again, as she arranged my dark blue cloth dress, and got me ready for my drive in the Park with my stepmother.