Her provincialisms were dropping away; her character, perhaps, was only emerging.
'Are you pleased with it ?' she said timidly, as Mrs.Burgoyne bade her come in, and she advanced towards that lady, who was putting on her own hat before the glass.
Eleanor, with uplifted arms, turned and smiled .-- 'Charming! You do one credit!--Is Aunt Pattie better ?' Lucy was conscious of a momentary chill.

Mrs.Burgoyne had been so kind and friendly during the whole planning and making of this dress, the girl, perhaps, had inevitably expected a keener interest in its completion.
She answered in some discomfort:-- 'I am afraid Miss Manisty's not coming.

I saw Benson just now.

Her headache is still so bad.' 'Ah!'-- said Eleanor, absently, rummaging among her gloves; 'this scirocco weather doesn't suit her.' Lucy fidgetted a little as she stood by the dressing-table, took up one knick-knack after another and put it down.

At last she said-- 'Do you mind my asking you a question ?' Mrs.Burgoyne turned in surprise.
'By all means!--What can I do ?' 'Do you mind telling me whether you think I ought to stay on here?
Miss Manisty is so kind--she wants me to stay till you leave, and then go to Vallombrosa with you--next month.