In a comprehensive sort of way, Audrey looked me up and down. I felt as if every one of my weak points was hitting her in the face.
“Candidly, Norah, you are a difficult child to dress. The mode and you will ever be at variance. You must have a mode of your own. You are like Michael Angelo’s statues—on the grand lines.”
“I don’t know why you need laugh at me. I can’t help it.”
“I’m not laughing. On the contrary, I’m not sure that if you were clothed, as you might be, that you wouldn’t be splendid.”
“Audrey!”
“But that is not an ideal dress for you; and you don’t seem as if you knew how to get into it, if it were. Come down to my room; let me add a touch or two to Jane’s.”
At that moment Jane returned.
“If you please, miss, them five gentlemen have come for you; and Mr Hammond’s compliments, and he hopes that you won’t keep them waiting.”
Audrey looked at her quickly.
“Did Mr Hammond send that message?”