But she and he seemed great friends.

Alice saw them also walking about together at Iffley, while the others were having tea." "Indeed ?" said Constance.

"Annette, I think I'll wear my black after all--the black tulle, and my pearls." Annette unwillingly hung up the "creation." "You'd have looked a dream in it, my lady.

Why ever won't you wear it ?" But Constance was obstinate.

And very soon she stood robed in clouds of black tulle and jet, from which her delicate neck and arms, and her golden-brown head stood out with brilliant effect.