series of pretty movements and preparations with which women in full dress beguile the interval before their carriage is announced; their glances at the mirror, their slow assumption of their gloves, their mutual revisions and felicitations.
"Isn't she lovely?" said Miss Hofmann to the young man, nodding at her aunt, who looked every inch the handsome woman that she was.
"Lovely, lovely, lovely!" said Ferdinand, so emphatically, that Miss Hofmann transferred her glance to him; while Mrs. Mason good-humoredly turned her back, and Caroline saw that Mason was engaged in a survey of her own person.
Miss Hofmann smiled discreetly. "I wish very much you might come," she said.
"I shall go to bed," answered Ferdinand, simply.
"Well, that's much better. We shall go to bed at two o'clock. Meanwhile I shall caper about the rooms to the sound of a piano and fiddle, and Aunt Maria will sit against the wall with her toes tucked under a chair. Such is life!"
"You'll dance then," said Mason.
"I shall dance. Dr. Knight has invited me."
"Does he dance well, Caroline?" asked Mrs. Mason.
"That remains to be seen. I have a strong impression that he does not."
"Why?" asked Ferdinand.
