She broke off to stare into the darkness. No one was there!
“I could almost believe I imagined it,” she told herself.
“And yet—no! It was true. She said it. Marjory Dean said that!”
Little wonder, then, that all the remaining hours of that day found on her fair face a radiance born, one might say, in Heaven.
Many saw that face and were charmed by it. The little rich girl saw it as Jeanne performed her humble duties as Pierre. She was so taken by it that, with her father’s consent, she invited Pierre to visit her at her father’s estate next day. And Pierre accepted. And that, as you well may guess, leads to quite another story.
CHAPTER X
THE ONE WITHIN THE SHADOWS
Having accepted an invitation from a daughter of the rich, Jeanne was at once thrown into consternation.
“What am I to wear?” she wailed. “As Pierre I can’t very well wear pink chiffon and satin slippers. And of course evening dress does not go with an informal visit to an estate in mid-afternoon. Oh, why did I accept?”
“You accepted,” Florence replied quietly, “because you wish to know all about life. You have been poor as a gypsy. You know all about being poor. You have lived as a successful lady of the stage. You were then an artist. Successful artists are middle class people, I should say. But your friend Rosemary is rich. She will show you one more side of life.”
“A form of life, that’s what he called it.”