“Yes,” said she; then suddenly: “These moths are a great hindrance. I have no time to spend in sighs if I must work hard and finish in six days.”
“Then I’ll remove them for six days. After that they’ll come back again, but you’ll have finished.”
“Yes. For Rosalie. And when to wear it?”
“New Year’s Eve.”
“Thank you. Now you had better leave me. What of these slippers?”
“Sew them with jewels.”
“And make her tired feet? Is it some practice of cruelty?”
“No. A whim of mine. To show honour to an escaped prisoner.”
“I must wake. Six days to make a dress, and it is rumoured that one of the planets was made in that time! I must hasten.”
So then he left her, and she worked alone. And hour by hour some fresh seam in the design became completed, and on the third day Everard came. He carried a large sack, and it was full of jewels of every known description, small and large. Standing there, he said suddenly: