Gladys came and sat down with a rather shy, self-conscious air.
She soon lost it, however, and began to get natural again.
"Oh, Mr. Vaughan! I never was more surprised than I was at that piece in the paper! And mother come over quite queer, she was so surprised. You were kind in your letter to forgive me for being rude. Who'd ever have thought you was clever?"
"Who, indeed! But, Gladys, why this get-up? Why are you dressed up in satin and dark colours on a summer day?"
"Why, mother said a nice navy blue was always useful. I'd rather have had a Cambridge blue myself. Mother says navy blue's so ladylike. Don't you like it?"
"Charming. But I don't like what you've done to your hair."
"Don't you, though? Fancy! Well, I don't seem to care much for it myself. It's a Pompadour, you know—a pad."
"Oh, I can't!"
"All right, I will. Come in the field."