Alicia looked at it more critically.
"The lace is not good enough," she said, twisting her lip, "and I shall
make her give me some more embroidery than that on the bodice--for the
money--I can tell her! However, it is pretty--much prettier, isn't it,
Benson, than that gown of Lady Evelyn's I took it from? She'll be
jealous!" The girl laughed triumphantly. "Well, now, look here, Benson,
we're going on Saturday, and I want to look through my gowns. Get them
out, and I'll see if there's anything I can send home."
The maid's face fell.
"I packed some of them this morning, miss--in the large American trunk.
I thought they'd keep better there than anywhere. It took a lot
of time."
"Oh, never mind. You can easily pack them again. I really must go
through them."
The maid unwillingly obeyed; and soon the room--bed, sofa, chairs--was
covered with costly gowns, for all hours of the day and night:
walking-dresses, in autumn stuffs and colors, ready for the moors and
stubbles; afternoon frocks of an elaborate simplicity, expensively
girlish; evening dresses in an amazing variety of hue and fabric; with
every possible adjunct in the way of flowers, gloves, belt, that
dressmakers and customer could desire.
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