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."
"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."