But the very next moment she became thoughtful, uneasy, depressed. “Oh, dear; I've nothing to wear.”
“Oh, nonsense, Rosa. Your wedding outfit.”
“The idea! I can't go as a bride. It's not a masquerade.”
“But you have other dresses.”
“All gone by, more or less; or not fit for such parties as SHE gives. A hundred carriages!”
“Bring them down, and let me see them.”
“Oh yes.” And the lady, who had nothing to wear, paraded a very fair show of dresses.
Staines saw something to admire in all of them. Mrs. Staines found more to object to in each.
At last he fell upon a silver-gray silk, of superlative quality.
“That! It is as old as the hills,” shrieked Rosa.