"But all the rest of my dress is white—this spoils the effect. You'd better take a piece of white ribbon."
"Oh! Miss" (a little impatiently), "how particular you've grown! I thought you wouldn't mind the bit of blue, and it's so late. The carriages have been coming this half hour."
"Well, no matter then. I'll go down."
Kitty preceded me, stealing an occasional look around, to ascertain that there was no one in sight, then beckoned me across the hall, hurried me down the private staircase and through a labyrinth of pantries, to a door that opened upon the shrubbery.
"This way," whispered Kitty. "Follow me."
[CHAPTER XXXI.]
"O purblind race of miserable men,
How many among us at this very hour
Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves
By taking true for false, or false for true."
TENNYSON.
I followed Kitty down the dark paths of the shrubbery, and, as far as I could tell, through the dazzling gauze of my mask, some distance across the park.
"Where are you taking me? There is no need of such precaution."