She picked a great bunch, and arranged them by themselves in a flat bowl; and when the table was laid, her floral decorations made a brave show amidst the glittering plate and old English cut-glass.
"Oh, you've done them beautifully, my dear!" exclaimed Mrs.Dexter; and even the impassive Smith nodded his head approvingly.

Celia was able to render assistance in various other ways, following Mrs.Dexter everywhere, and venturing to give a hint now and again.

Then, her excitement increasing, she tried to settle down to her work in the library; but all the while she was writing down titles in her draft catalogue she was listening for the sound of the motor, and presently she heard it buzzing up the drive, followed by hasty footsteps and the murmur of subdued voices.
When Celia's dinner was brought into the little room behind the library, which was now recognized as her own, Mrs.Dexter appeared for a moment.
She was quite calm now, but looked rather tired.
"Everything is all right ?" said Celia, sympathetically.
"Yes, my dear," responded Mrs.Dexter, with a little sigh of relief, as she smoothed her black silk dress.

"It's as well that we were all ready; though this is the shortest notice we've ever had." "I hope the Marquess is well," said Celia.
Mrs.Dexter shook her head, and sighed again.

"I'm afraid not," she said, gravely; "indeed, he is looking ill; though not so much ill as tired and worried.