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As they drove rapidly eastward along the High Street of Old Kensington, where the pale orange of the lamplight was just beginning to tell in the dusk, Lightmark explained how, some two years ago or more, he had been talking to a stranger in a railway carriage, and lamenting the difficulty of finding really pretty girls who would act as models; how the stranger had told him that he knew of such a one a dressmaker's apprentice, or something of that sort, who found the work and hours too hard; and how, finally, Kitty had called at his studio the old one in Bloomsbury and had sat to him, perhaps half a dozen times, before vanishing from his knowledge.
"You just leave it to me," was the dressmaker's reply, while she thrust the point of the scissors into the gleaming brocade on the bed. The morning passed so quickly amid cutting, basting, and gossip, that it came as a surprise to Virginia when she heard the front door open and shut and Oliver's rapid step mounting the stairs.
Wilson hesitated and stammered, and glanced from her mistress to Miss Carlyle. The latter looked up from her work. "The dressmaker's not coming," spoke she, sharply. "I countermanded the order for the frock, for Isabel does not require it." "She does require it," answered Lady Isabel, in perhaps the most displeased tone she had ever used to Miss Carlyle.
She stood it on the mantelshelf, remote from the dressmaker's eyes, and then put the room door open, and the house door open, and turned the little low chair and its occupant towards the outer air. It was a sultry night, and this was a fine-weather arrangement when the day's work was done.
When the Standard Household-Effect Company came down on the temporal-manly with a penalty for violation of the lease, the eternal-womanly would see the folly of her ways and stop; for the eternal-womanly is essentially economical, whatever we say about the dressmaker's bills; and the very futilities of putting away and taking out, that she now wears herself to a thread with, are founded in the instinct of saving."
"Hugh," she said suddenly, "I read something in the newspaper " My exasperation flared up again. "Where did you get that disreputable sheet?" I demanded. "At the dressmaker's!" she answered. "I I just happened to see the name, Paret." "It's just politics," I declared, "stirring up discontent by misrepresentation. Jealousy." She leaned forward in her chair, gazing into the flames.
The father of Alexandre is said to have been charmed with the sweetness of Josephine's character, but then he was not her husband, and it soon became apparent that the union was ill-assorted, and so it came to pass that marital relations were entirely broken off after the birth of Hortense, subsequently dressmaker's apprentice, Queen of Holland, and mother of Napoleon III. Alexandre had gone to Martinique, and it was there the news of his daughter's birth came to him.
He loosened his clasp and held the girl off at arm's length, regarding her with stormy eyes. "It's Marie, Marie, Marie always. If I telephone in the morning, you've gone shopping with Marie. If I want you in the afternoon for something, you're at the dressmaker's with Marie. If I call in the evening " "I'm here," interrupted Billy, with decision.
So that afternoon she and Clover were taken out to "choose their material," Mrs. At the dressmaker's it was the same: they stood passive while the orders were given, and every thing decided upon. "Isn't it funny!" whispered Clover; "but I don't like it a bit, do you? It's just like Elsie saying how she'll have her doll's things made."
"Did I?" murmured Audrey, with a deeper blush. Mr. Cowl nodded. "I had the happy idea that you might have had the key and left it in the pocket of the frock. So I trotted down to the dressmaker's and asked for the frock, in your name, and lo! the result!" He pointed to the key lying in Audrey's long hand. "But how should I have had the key, Mr. Cowl? Why should I have had the key?"
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