Edith came back to the table. “Open the window?” Her breath came fast. “Open the window. Oh, little Lucy, how wise you are....”
When Lucy had gone, Alice came in and dressed Edith’s hair. She found her lady thoughtful. “Alice, what did they do with my wedding clothes?”
It was the first time she had mentioned them. Alice, sticking in hairpins, was filled with eager curiosity.
“We put them all in the second guest-suite,” she said; “some of them we left packed in the trunks just as they were, and some of them are hung on racks.”
“Where is the wedding dress?”
“In a closet in a white linen bag.”
“Well, finish my hair and we will go and look at it.”
Alice stuck in the last pin. “The veil is over a satin roller. I did it myself, and put the cap part in a bonnet-box.”
As they entered it, the second guest-suite was heavy with the scent of orange blooms. “How dreadful, Alice,” Edith ejaculated. “Why didn’t you throw the flowers away?”
“Miss Annabel wouldn’t let me. She said you might not want things touched.”