“Mr. Linton!” June repeated, as her lip curled scornfully.
“Oh, I know what that means. It is a very good sign,” Rene said laughing.
“It is a sign that I care very little for Mr. Linton’s opinion. His dress will no doubt be faultless.”
“And he be perfectly irresistible.”
“Not so much so as Mr. Horton,” June said, looking archly at Rene.
“Who is this Mr. Horton that you have invited?”
“Guy Horton and sister have both been invited. They live out West, and are visiting the Egglestons, where I met them some time ago. They are relatives of Mrs. Platts’ of this city.”
“Country people, are they? Why, what will Mr. Linton think?”
“What do I care what he thinks? He is not superintending this affair. Perhaps I had better try the power of this new dress on Colonel Brunswick.”