— XIX —COMING EVENTS
The coming wedding began to cast its shadows before. To Netta those were astounding days. She moved in a continuous atmosphere of miracles or dreams. She did not know which it was, but it was all very wonderful. Had she been the favourite godchild of half-a-dozen fairy godmothers, she could hardly have borne promise of being a better dowered bride. Her future lord seemed to have made up his mind that she should go without no good thing. Jewels he showered upon her, at whose value she could only guess, but before whose beauty she stood amazed. She had not realised that such things really were, outside the fairy tales. He opened a banking account in her name – but not at the National Bank against the magnitude of which she vainly cried. Her trousseau was in itself a dre
