"Everybody doesn't grow out of it." The concentration in Alicia's eyes returned again with vacillating wings.
"She can't be here for a quarter of an hour yet."
The slipper dropped at this point, and Hilda stooped to put it on again. She kept her foot in her hands and regarded it pensively.
"Shoes are the one thing one shouldn't buy in the native quarter," she said; "At all events, ready-made."
"You have an audacity——" Alicia ended abruptly in a wan smile.
"Haven't I? Are you quite sure he wants to marry her?"
"I know it."
"From him?"
"From him."
"Oh"—Hilda deliberated a moment, nursing her slipper—"Really? Well, we can't let that happen."