When he and Rossitur were at last in their rooms Fleda told her story.
"You don't know how pleasant it was, aunt Lucy--how much I enjoyed it--seeing and talking to somebody again. Mrs. Evelyn was so very kind."
"I am very glad, my darling," said Mrs. Rossitur, stroking away the hair from the forehead that was bent down towards her;--"I am glad you had it to-day and I am glad you will have it again to-morrow."
"You will have it too, aunt Lucy. Mrs. Evelyn will be here in the morning--she said so."
"I shall not see her."
"Why? Now aunt Lucy!--you will."
"I have nothing in the world to see her in--I cannot."
"You have this?"
"For the morning? A rich French silk?--It would be absurd. No, no,--it would be better to wear my old merino than that."
"But you will have to dress in the morning for Mr. Thorn?--he will be here to breakfast."