“Won’t you bring them back?” said Rosalie at last, the tears still standing in her eyes.
“I am afraid it is against the rules of the house.”
Then Rosalie got up with a sigh, and prepared to get inside the first garment.
“There is your bath first.”
“I never bath in the morning; I always leave that till night.”
“I think you had better do that which is customary.”
Again Rosalie sighed, and followed her tormentress to an adjoining bath-room.
And so it took her well on into the hour before she was dressed, ready to leave the bedroom.
Mariana, who stayed to help her, insisted on arranging her hair, and after all arranged it much more becomingly than Rosalie herself had ever done.
But the black robe with its red silk facings, that fitted her companion so becomingly, suited her not at all. The fit was as perfect as it could be, but otherwise she looked quite out of place in it.