“I am happy! I am happy!” Candida said aloud and she suddenly had an urgency to find Lord Manville again to be with him.
She did not attempt to explain the feeling to herself, she only knew that she must hurry. Somehow the sands of time were running out, she must not miss one second of this strange enchantment that she found in herself.
Her maid hooked her into a gown of pale green silk with innumerable lace flounces on the wide skirt. There was lace too on the tiny puffed sleeves and round the somewhat décolleté neckline.
When Candida had complained because Madame Elisa cut her bodices so low, Mrs. Clinton and Madame Elisa had merely smiled at her protests. Now she wished the gown was higher and then thought no more about it.
She wanted to go downstairs, she wanted to see Lord Manvill
