Do you suppose that anything under the sun
would allow her to show her feelings because that little upstart dared
to raise her eyes to Maggie's adorable beau, Mr. Hammond? But oh, she
feels it; she feels it down in her secret soul. She hates Prissie; she
hates this beautiful, handsome lover of hers for being civil to so
commonplace a person. She is only waiting for a decent pretext to drop
Prissie altogether. I wish with all my heart I could give her one."
As she spoke Rosalind shaded her eyes with her hand; her face looked
full of sweet and thoughtful contemplation.
"Get your charming Prissie to flirt a little bit more," said Miss Day
with her harsh laugh.
"I don't know that I can. I must not carry that brilliant idea to
extremities, or I shall be found out."
"Well, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Bide my time."
Miss Day gave a listless sort of yawn.
"Let's talk of something else," she said impatiently. "What are you
going to wear at the Elliot-Smith's party next week, Rose?"
"I have got a new white dress," said Rose in that voice of strong
animation and interest which the mere mention of dress always arouses
in certain people.
"Have you? What a lot of dresses you get!"
"Indeed, you are mistaken, Annie.
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