"That's right," said Virginia.
"Shall we see you in the morning before we go?"
"Of course."
"I thought perhaps you'd have breakfast in bed."
"And let you and the baby go without saying good-bye? No, indeed."
Virginia had now changed her gown for a loose, clinging robe. With a sigh of relief she exclaimed:
"Oh, how good it is to be unlaced!"
"That's right," replied Fanny; "make yourself comfortable. I could let an inch or so out of mine without doing any violent harm. Oh, I just love to be dressed—décolletée! I got it right that time, didn't I, Josephine?"
"Oui, Madame," replied the maid.
"Fine! And say, Virgie—"