There were finely laced and frilled petticoats and silk stockings and shoes with paste buckles and a feather fan.

Also there were fichus and lace-edged handkerchiefs and such things, to strike a young girl dumb with delight.
"They are all for you, Bawn," she said, smiling at me.

"They were my wedding clothes, and they have lain packed away in silver paper all these years.

I have brought them into the light of day for you.

They ought to have been kept for your wedding perhaps, but as there is nothing definite----" "Theobald and I shall be quite old before we need think of marriage, if we ever do," I said.