Some inexplicable instinct had made her ask Jerry to wait in the cab. Alone, she let herself into the white room. Milly followed her with loud purrings. She took her up, held her close, while she looked about at the familiar surroundings.
"Milly, Milly, what have I done?" she whispered. "I'm frightened at myself. I want to come back."
She set herself deliberately to collect her things, hoping to control a climax of emotions with accustomed commonplace actions.
"Milly, we are not making a very good showing with a bridal outfit," she said chokingly.
Mrs. Biggs, panting with curiosity, came in with offers of help.
"Look after Milly, will you, Mrs. Biggs? I may leave her with you for good."
"Don't he like cats?"
"I don't know."
Jane put on her best black dress, with the white collar and cuffs, and piled her hair softly at the back of her head, as her only concession to the new situation.
"Why, Miss Judd, I should say Mrs. Paxton, ye look real purty. I didn't s'pose it was in ye."