We will leave you now, and let me enjoin expedition." And while she still stood too much astonished by the sudden proposal to answer, both were gone, and in their place stood a smiling lady's maid, with a cloud of gossamer white in her arms.
"Are those for me ?" inquired Leoline, looking at them, and trying to comprehend that it was all real.
"They are for you--sent by Mistress Stuart, herself.

Please sit down, and all will be ready in a trice." And in a trice all was ready.

The shining, jetty curls were smoothed, and fell in a glossy shower, trained with jewels--the pearls Leoline herself still wore.

The rose satin was discarded for another of bridal white, perfect of fit, and splendid of feature.

A great gossamer veil like a cloud of silver mist over all, from head to foot; and Leoline was shown herself in a mirror, and in the sudden transformation, could have exclaimed, with the unfortunate lady in Mother Goose, shorn of her tresses when in balmy slumber: "As sure as I'm a little woman, this is none of it!" But she it was, nevertheless, who stood listening like one in a trance, to the enthusiastic praises of her waiting-maid.
Again there was a tap at the door.