"Murray!" His mother came toward him from the library, a striking, even imposing, figure in black and white lace and amethysts. "Between you and Jane, I was getting anxious. I have n't seen the child since I went to her room, at least two hours ago."
"She is all ready--dressed early so she might run home, since I sent her word I should be late."
"But where is she now?"
"Ran upstairs to see if her hair was right. Is n't that the invariable custom at the last minute?"
"She is wearing her wedding-gown, of course?"
"She surely is."
"No ornaments?"
"I sent her some roses. She 'll carry them, or wear one, or something, I suppose."
"But no jewels?"
"I think she 's wearing the pearl pin I gave her."