On the dressing-table was a folded paper.
Diana opened it, and found that it was a milliner's bill against Mrs. Harkaway.
"For making a pearl-grey silk dress, etc., etc."
To hide herself was Diana's next move.
Clutching her sharp dagger firmly in her hand, the vengeful woman concealed herself behind some tapestry and waited.
Nor had she long to wait.
A light foot was heard without.
The door was opened, and a second afterwards, a graceful female form was seated before the mirror, with its back towards Diana.
And a female voice said—
"This pearl-grey silk suits my complexion far better than I thought it would. But it fits me badly. These Greek milliners are not to be compared with those of London or Paris."