“I should be quite satisfied to know that I did not displease.”
“You are more easily satisfied than I am; but, June, I cannot get over the idea of your inviting those country people. I hope they will not look real shabby.”
“Oh, I guess they will at least have clean faces,” said June, significantly.
“The guests are already beginning to arrive,” said Paul, as he stepped to the door.
“Is it not too bad? I asked Paul to take part in some of the dances, and he very politely but decidedly refused. He said that he might look in occasionally, but the greater part of the evening he should devote to papa’s amusement.”
“That is quite proper, and it is well for you that he refused. It would have looked extremely out of place for your brother’s valet to appear with your guests.”
“I suppose it would have been the means of our losing caste,” said June, a little sarcastically.
At that moment Scott appeared.
He stopped a moment, feasting his eyes on June’s bright face and beautiful dress, then an admiring glance 112 rested on his wife, but he said nothing, only politely offering himself as their escort.
It seemed a wonder to Irene that Scott could not see how sweetly June was dressed. Her dress of pale blue satin, cut just low enough to reveal the lovely white neck, the delicate sprays of forget-me-not and sapphire jewels were wondrously becoming to her fair complexion and sunny hair, and Irene, although possessed of an envious nature, could not help acknowledging that June looked lovely indeed.