She was perfectly sweet about the Leightons, and called at the girls' club in state. What an honour!
The girls found their ideas tumbling. Lady Emily was much more "easy" than any one they had met.
They prepared for the dinner quite light-heartedly.
After all, it could only be a dream. London was a dream. London in the early winter with mellow air, only occasionally touched with frost, glittering lights in the evenings, and crowds of animated people. So different from the dew dripping avenues of streets at Ridgetown.
They "skimmed" along in a hansom to Lady Emily's and thought they were the most dashing persons in London.
"But it's only a dream, remember," said Jean.
They went in radiantly through wide portals. Footmen moved out of adjacent corners and bowed them on automatically.
Mabel loved it, but Jean for a few agonizing seconds felt over-weighted.
Then "it's only a dream!"
They dreamed through a mile of corridor and ran into Adelaide Maud.