"Is he a pleasant man to speak to? Does he talk much?"
"To the first question—yes; he is by no means without brains, and is very gracious to strangers. To the second—no, very little. If you are looking for me, Thérèse, in your wanderings up and down, here I am, at her Ladyship's service."
"It is not her Ladyship, Sir, dat want you. Dupont tell me to say you dat Monsieur Colville is in your rooms."
"Colville! that is jolly!"
And Mr. Philip Ingram took his immediate departure. Celia guessed that Mr. Colville was the solitary friend of whom he had before spoken.
"Now, Patient, I want to hear about the Dragonnades. Oh! surely you are not making up all those dresses for me?"
"Yes, Madam," answered Patient, in her passive way. "My Lady has ordered it."
"Well," sighed Celia, "I wonder when I am to wear them?"
Patient gathered up one of the multifarious dresses—a blue gauze one—and followed her mistress into the boudoir.
"You have never seen King Louis, Madam?"