"Show her the way in! This is the first time in her life she has been here of her own accord.

Just as we were speaking about her, too!" Fenella entered the office as a princess shod in satin might enter a pigsty.

Her ermine-trimmed gown was raised with both her hands, her delightful nose had a distinct tilt and her lips a curl.

But when she saw Arnold, a wonderful smile transformed her face.

She was in the middle of the clerk's office, the cynosure of twenty-four staring eyes, but she dropped her gown and held out both her delicately gloved hands.