"How exquisite you look!" cried Pamela, forgetting her bad quarter of an hour to come. "I never thought anyone could look so beautiful."
Lady Kitty kissed her emphatically.
"There," she said, "I'm not the kissing sort, but you are a dear little thing to admire another girl so rapturously. Not but what you can afford to."
Pamela still gazed at her with eyes of wonder, and said nothing.
"We are going to have such a lovely day to-morrow, and don't forget it," whispered Lady Kitty; for there was the frou-frou of Lady Jane's skirt in the distance. Then quite suddenly she kissed Pamela again.
"Thank you," she said, "for what your eyes are saying. I don't mind telling you, as a great secret, that I want very particularly to look well to-night."
She laughed as she floated away towards Lady Jane, who was just coming in, and, taking up her warm cloak, wrapped herself in it.
"Good-night, you people, and be happy," she called back to them.
Lady Jane gazed rather uneasily after her as she went.