“His Grace will not fail me, Violet,” Cornelia replied confidently. “You must not judge all men by your own experience. You have been unlucky. I think I am the most fortunate girl in the whole world and oh, Violet, he has a present for me!”
Cornelia talked all the time that she was dressing for dinner.
She noticed that Violet answered her abruptly or in monosyllables, but that was easily explained away.
‘She is prejudiced,’ she thought, ‘because she’s been let down and she thinks all men must be the same, but it’s so different for me – so very, very different.’
The white gauze was no prettier when it was on than when Violet had laid it on the bed. It was the kind of dress that turned Lily into a Goddess, but on Cornelia it was too fussy and made her seem small and insignificant.
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