"What is it?" she whispered to Perrin Corbet, who, all unnoticed, had kept close to her during the ceremony.
"It's that she has remembered suddenly she came to the church a different way from what she does on Sundays. And of course we know it's dreadful bad luck, poor girl! It's certain there'll be something happen before the year is out."
A gleam of joy lit up Ellenor's pale face.
"Come along, Perrin, let's be off to Orvillière—there's not too much time before dinner."
Corbet looked at her doubtfully.
"But, aren't you going to put on a different gown?"
"And, pray, impudant, why, I'd like to know! This one is silk, and what more do you want?"
"It's the colour I don't like! Scarlet for a day like this! You ought to be in white."
But Ellenor only laughed at him. Not she give up her scarlet gown made of silk that Dominic had given her one night in the Haunted House!