Sylvie said that it was all hurried up in the worst of taste. She had not believed Maud would be so ready to snap up a rich man; but—ah! well, your romantic, novel-writing folks had an eye to the main chance, like everybody else.
Edith answered daringly:
"Why not say at once, Sylvie, that you're envious because Maud is going to be as rich as you are? Goodness knows, I'm glad one of the Van Zandts will be rich at last, so that you will not be able always to fling our poverty in our faces!"
[CHAPTER XLI.]
Maud declared that the trousseau must be a very simple and quiet one, since almost everything must come from the pockets of Eliot and Edith.
But the brother and sister overruled her objections.
"As if we had any other use for our savings!" cried Edith. "We are going to spend every penny. Do you think we are going to let our sister go to her rich husband plain and shabby?"
So the order was given for several very handsome dresses, among them an ivory white satin, veiled in lace, for the bridal-dress.
But before the bills came in from milliners and modistes the young authoress was able to pay them out of her own purse.