A dissertation on pessimism followed, and quotations from so many classical authors of olden and modern time as showed that the author knew his subject thoroughly, and was a man of no mean understanding.
Mrs. Carroll’s “At Home” promised to be a very brilliant affair.
There were two ambassadors coming, the latest social “lion,” and the most brilliant members of the legal, literary and dramatic professions.
Mrs. Carroll had asked Muriel to go with her to Madame Irène’s about ten days beforehand, for she said she always felt more comfortable if she put on her gown before a friend whose judgment she could rely upon.
All innocently Muriel assented, and expressed genuine admiration when the dainty little woman had herself arrayed in soft, thick brocade of the colours of almond blossom and delicate green leaves, with some real old lace on the bodice.
“It doesn’t make me look too old? My husband likes handsome materials,” she said, anxiously.
“Mais, madame is superbe,” the Frenchwoman said, clasping her hands.
“It suits you perfectly, Mrs. Carroll. Everyone wears brocade now, and you will never look old,” Muriel said, smiling.
Mrs. Carroll gave a sigh of relief, and then turned to inspect some white silks that were hanging over chairs.