Are all the maids ready ?" "Well, all the men are ready, I know, miss.

But about the maids, miss, I can't say.

They've been bustling about all day; but it takes them longer than it does us." "Tell them to hurry up; and be as quick as you can with the tea, please," said Sonia.
Alfred went out of the room; Sonia went back to the writing-table.

She did not take up her pen; she took up one of the wedding-cards; and her lips moved slowly as she read it in a pondering depression.
The petulant, imperious voice broke in upon her musing.
"Whatever are you doing, Sonia?
Aren't you getting on with those letters ?" it cried angrily; and Germaine Gournay-Martin came through the long window into the hall.
The heiress to the Gournay-Martin millions carried her tennis racquet in her hand; and her rosy cheeks were flushed redder than ever by the game.

She was a pretty girl in a striking, high-coloured, rather obvious way--the very foil to Sonia's delicate beauty.