Mr. Singleton, who was very fond of this young man, made the approaching ball, an excuse for asking him to stay in the house for a short time; and Mr. Humphries, nothing loth to exchange for a while the crabbed society of his honoured mother for that of two pretty and accomplished women, accepted with readiness.
Margaret passed the evening with Harriet, who appeared much better, and in high spirits. She exhibited to Margaret her ball-dress. A black net, trimmed with clusters of carnations, with all the costly et ceteras of her toilet.
"You are always effective in your dress," said Margaret, looking at the gold net-work which Harriet was to wear on her head.
"That is the secret," said Harriet, "some people love to be in the fashion. Others think it distinguished to be plain; but give me effect. There is a great deal of sly effect in your white crape and blush roses, little one."
For Mason, with her usual prudence, had anticipated the materials for a ball dress, which she was now preparing with much skill and contentment.
Harriet took up her guitar and sang Margaret a Spanish song, then handing her the instrument, she bade her go on with the concert.
Margaret began a Barcarolle—presently a loud knock at the door.
"Olá! what now?" exclaimed Harriet.
"May we come in?" asked Mr. Singleton, putting his head in at the door.