'Well--will you ?' he said.
'I will--the next dance, if mother don't mind.' Accordingly, just before the next figure was formed, Selina disappeared, and speedily came downstairs in a creased and box-worn, but still airy and pretty, muslin gown, which was indeed the very one that had been meant to grace her as a bride three years before.
'It is dreadfully old-fashioned,' she apologized.
'Not at all.

What a grand thought of mine! Now, let's to't again.' She explained to some of them, as he led her to the second dance, what the frock had been meant for, and that she had put it on at his request.
And again athwart and around the room they went.
'You seem the bride!' he said.
'But I couldn't wear this gown to be married in now!' she replied, ecstatically, 'or I shouldn't have put it on and made it dusty.

It is really too old-fashioned, and so folded and fretted out, you can't think.
That was with my taking it out so many times to look at.

I have never put it on--never--till now!' 'Selina, I am thinking of giving up the army.

Will you emigrate with me to New Zealand?
I've an uncle out there doing well, and he'd soon help me to making a larger income.