"And that is all, I think, for today."
"What will Madame Dalreemp wear in her hair with this, tomorrow night?"
"Ah! that's well thought of. It must be either white or peach."
"Or mixed. Cherchez la boîte, numero deux," quietly added madame to an attendant.
Box, number two, was brought. And madame disentangled from its contents of flowers a beautiful wreath of peach-blossom and white, with crystallized leaves. "They came in only today," she said. Which was true.
"The very thing," cried Selina, in admiration. "Send that with the bonnet and sleeves today."
"Madame ought to wear amethysts with this toilette," suggested Madame Damereau.
"Amethysts! I have none."
"It is a great pity, that. They would look superbe."
"I was admiring a set of amethysts the other day," thought Selina, as she went down to her carriage. "I wish I could have them. I wonder whether they were very out-of-the-way in point of cost? I'll drive there and ascertain. I have had a good many little things there that Oscar does not know of."