Then with a little leap of her heart she thought of something else. That he could afford the gown must mean only one thing – that he had been successful in obtaining a commission for the murals or had sold a picture! And perhaps he had even been paid something in advance!
Her eyes lit up at the thought. She felt that she wanted to cry aloud her gladness and dance for joy.
“Oh, Marie, Marie!” she exclaimed, “I am so happy!”
“I thought you must be, m’selle,” Marie said. “And now hurry and have your bath and let’s see how beautiful you can look in this magnificent gown.”
There was no doubt when Atalanta looked in the mirror that the gown was becoming and what was more she saw exactly what Paul meant when he said that she would look like moonlight.
The shimmering silver beneath the gauze
