"I prefer the blue watered-silk," was the answer.
"Then why did you not recommend it in the first instance?"
"Your ladyship never required my advice."
"True. Have you finished?"
"No hairdresser from Bond Street, or the Burlington Arcade, could have performed his task better, my lady," replied Sarah.
"Yes—it is very well—very well, indeed," said Cecilia, surveying herself in the mirror. "I will now descend to the drawing-room."
When she reached that apartment, the artful woman spread on the table a few books on serious subjects; she then amused herself with a volume of a new novel.
The clock had just struck two, when a double-knock was heard at the front-door.
Lady Cecilia thrust the novel under the cushion of the sofa, and took up "Sturm's Reflections."
The Rev. Mr. Tracy was announced.