Mamma has to answer a note before she leaves home. When you go down, please ask Terry to give a half-bottle of that white wine with the bronze seal to Octave, and tell him to make and send up to me as soon as possible a wine-chocolate. Mrs. Tarrant's long-promised grand affair comes off to-night, and I must build myself up for the occasion." "Are you feverish, Olga?
In view of my own gilded matrimonial future, I reverently salute my ally the 'Century! There! Mamma calls you. Go trill like a canary at the Cantata, and waste no sighs on the smiling Ellewoman you leave behind you. Tell Octave to hurry my wine-chocolate." She drew the girl to her, looked at her with sparkling merry eyes, and kissed her softly on each cheek.