And she took the girl, fresh from Suzanne's finishing touches, to George's study.
"George won't be coming in for half an hour, dear," she said. "There are heaps of papers and books, but no looking-glass. So you'll be able to forget your pretty self for a few minutes."
And off went the fairy godmother—to meet Sir Randal Bellamy on the stairs.
"But you're staying to lunch," she expostulated.
"If you say so, of course I am," said Randal.
"I've left Amaryllis in George's study. She wants you to see I have looked after her as well as if she'd been at home with her father and you."
She passed him, but turned two steps above.
"I wish you'd seen Dr. Caldegard looking at her fast asleep in bed last night," she said in a low voice, very tender. "It was a picture—the kind one keeps."
"Yes," said Randal. "I was in the other room, you know, looking at mine."
And he went down the stair, wondering how a woman he had seen last night for the first time had managed to get that sentimental speech out of him.