"Neither much, Madam. Sir Edward is like his father, only that he hath his mother's mouth.
"Do you know when he will be back, Patient? I do so long to see my own brother."
"No, Madam. He went off rather unexpected. Now, Madam Celia, if you please to try this gown?"
"Why, Patient! what have you done to that blue gauze?" inquired Lady Ingram, entering so noiselessly that neither knew of her presence until she spoke. "It is cut absurdly short in front. Turn round, my dear. Mais c'est affreux! Pull the rag off, I beg of you. Is that Thérèse's cutting or yours, Patient?"
"Thérèse's, Madam."
"Incroyable! I shall scold her right well for it. It is atrocious. C'est une chose à déchirer de coeur!"
Celia looked up into Lady Ingram's eyes, saw how calm and careless they were, and wondered if there were left in her anything of that early Claude De La Croix, whose sad story she had been hearing.
[[1]] Matt. xxii 42.
[[2]] 2 Sam. xxiii. 5.
[[3]] 1 Cor. iii. 23.