“Only Mrs. Fellowes!” she murmured, and she showed her in with some grimness.
Mrs. Fellowes stopped on the threshold and took in Gwen leisurely with a half-choked gasp of wonder, then she went over and kissed her.
“Gwen, love, you are beautiful, I never knew it before!”
Gwen looked up at her then turned to the glass and laughed. “I am,” she said, “I am beautiful and I never knew it before!”
Then she stood up and shook down the soft gleaming folds of her tulle-shrouded silk and straightened herself.
It was her first long dress, and added two inches to her height.
“Look, I am changed, I am a new creature, I am afraid of nothing! I feel like a knight-errant setting forth on his quest, his was glory, mine—” she paused.
“What’s yours?” said Mrs. Fellowes smiling on her.
“Mine? Mine’s glory too.”
She paused again, and a sudden trouble leaped into her face.