“It is just a case of Dr. Fell,” Irene said to herself.
“‘I do not like thee, Dr. Fell—
The reason why I cannot tell;
But one thing ’tis, I know full well:
I do not like thee, Dr. Fell.’”
She determined, however, to keep her unreasonable sentiments to herself and at least to be as cordial and polite to Mary Louise’s guest as she could manage to be.
“We sew here almost every morning,” said Irene. “We are helping to make Mary Louise’s trousseau.”
“How charming! Please let me help. Sewing is my one accomplishment.”
A thimble was found to fit the tapering finger and Mrs. Markle was soon as busy as the others in their task of love.