“Indeed they have not,” I replied.
“Can you give me the address of Miss Milly’s dressmaker? On second thought, it is of no consequence. I have it on this bill: ‘To Madame Celeste, Fifth Avenue: For tailor-made costume in dark green cloth, trimmed with sable, sixty-seven dollars.’”
“But that was Cynthia’s dress,” I said.
“It is charged here to Miss Milly Roseveldt.”
“Oh!” I exclaimed, a light beginning to break in.
“And you never suspected what it was that occurred at the dressmaker’s which displeased Miss Winnie?”
“Never, until this moment. Milly has cried a great deal, but she would not tell her trouble, even to Adelaide.”
“Very well. I will step across to Madame Celeste. No; on reflection I will speak to Miss Milly first. Will you kindly ask her to come to me?”
“Then this is all you wish to ask me?”
“Thank you, yes. No, one question more. Can you tell me the exact time at which Miss Winnie visited the parlor last night? The young lady herself was very exact on that point.”