room. It is time for Nurse to go. Mademoiselle is enough for the children now.
Mrs. Caine had just finished dinner and pushed the grapefruit skin back into round so the servants shouldn't know she had been greedy and squeezed, when Christabel came in, trailing silver.
"How lovely you look! But are they wearing trains, Christabel?" she asked, for the dress she had made over was far from having a train.
"I don't really know what they're wearing, darling. Is it so very important?"
"Aren't you feeling well?"
"Oh, well enough—no, I'm not! I feel Oh, it isn't anything."
"You do too much, dear. You never spare yourself."
"I am tired. And—oh—Curtis is being a little—difficult—this evening; he always is when I have my special friends. I have his old bankers and golfers and bridge-playing pret-ty wom-enshe wrinkled her nose—"a thou-
