She was out
of temper with Mary from feeling certain she was right, and
believing there was no remedy.
"I could not describe it," answered Mary. "And, indeed, the color
I have in my mind may not be to be had. I have seen it somewhere,
but, whether in a stuff or only in nature, I can not at this
moment be certain."
"Where's the good of talking like that--excuse me, ma'am--it's
more than I can bear--when the ball comes off in a few hours?"
cried Folter, ending with eyes of murder on Mary.
"If you would allow me, ma'am," said Mary, "I should like much to
try whether I could not find something that would suit you and
your idea too. However well you might look in that, you would owe
it no thanks. The worst is, I know nothing of the London shops."
"I should think not!" remarked Folter, with emphasis.
"I would send you in the brougham, if I thought it was of any
use," said Hesper. "Folter could take you to the proper places."
"Folter would be of no use to me," said Mary. "If your coachman
knows the best shops, that will be enough."
"But there's no time to make up anything," objected Hesper,
despondingly, not the less with a glimmer of hope in her heart.
"Not like that," answered Mary; "but there is much there as
unnecessary as it is ugly. If Folter is good at her needle--"
"I won't take up a single stitch. It would be mere waste of
labor," cried Folter.
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