CHAPTER FIVE
Miss SmithMISS SMITH BOWED FORMALLY to Gamadge, and sat down beside Miss Vauregard on the davenport. That lady had described her as very pretty; the description did not do her justice. She was almost beautiful, and she had a beautiful voice.
“I have everything I need, thanks to you, Miss Vauregard,” she was saying.
“But you will want dinner gowns, Lydia.” Mr. Vauregard accepted a cup of coffee from his niece. “Simple dinner gowns. We shall be going away—we must get out of the city. You will want to dress; my niece will find you something.”
Miss Smith said gravely that she had not worn a dinner gown for years. “I am accustomed to nursery tea, you know. I never dined when I was in a situation.”
Gamadge, feeling as if he were struggling through a Jane Austen tea party, and l
