She told of the chatter of Hetty Giles, and how she had pointed out the beautiful lady his mother wished him to marry — and how slowly everything had dawned upon her — the real differences. Of the guests she had seen on the Daneshead terrace and how they wore such lovely dresses and moved so easily and laughed and talked all at once, as if they were used to it all, and perhaps wore such charming things for every day — the wonderful colors and wide, beautiful hats with plumes — and how even the servants wore pretty clothes and went about as if they all knew how to do things, passing cups and plates.
Then she told of her talk with his mother and how carefully she had guarded her tongue lest a word escape her he would rather not have had her speak. “I had wronged you in not telling you you had a