She shrunk away—she couldn’t see him.
“He says you expect him.”
With a strong effort she controlled the impulse to send the man away.
“Show him up.”
Hippolyte looked curiously at Julie, not grasping what had happened to her. She was embarrassed, didn’t know what to say; then she slipped off her cap and let her hair down. It fell to the bottom of her dress. He gasped and broke into a shower of compliments. His admiration was evidently sincere. Julie’s spirits rose; it was not all over.
“My hair turned white when I was ill. I want it restored to its natural color; I can give you the shade—”
“Mais non! Madame, it is quite le dernier cri—we are bleaching the hair now, but we couldn’t do it like this, Madame. Your hair will be the sensation; it needs a little tonic oil and massage.” Then he looked at her again. “Madame is long indisposed?”
“Yes, I have been in the house all winter.”
“Madame needs fresh air and the Swedish treatment—the beauty will come back; put yourself in my hands, and you will see!”