“How marvellous!” exclaimed Miss Perpignani, and the girls wore a look of interjection.
“Are there goats?”
Inarime stared a little at such an obviously foolish question. Her steady luminous gaze struck chill upon the volatile young circle, and for an instant checked their chatter. Then some one broke the uneasy silence.
“How about your dresses? You must leave Tenos when you want new clothes. This pretty frock is surely Athenian.”
“Yes, that is because I am here, and my uncle wishes me to be dressed like everybody else, but hitherto I have had my dresses made at Tenos. They are well made too.”
“Not possible! Like ours, in the modern fashion?”
Inarime lightly scanned the costumes round her.
“I do not think Tenos could produce anything like these,” she said, simply, “but then we would not know what to do with them over there.”
“Do you live far from the town?”
“Yes, a good way. It takes nearly three hours by mule.”