the wild white rose, there is nothing like it. It makes all the
women with colour look vulgar," he said, after a prolonged "gaze
•through a friend's field-glass. " Who is she, do you say ? Miladi
Dolly's daughter ? Is it possible ? I thought Miladi was made
herself yesterday in Giroux's shop, and was kept in a wadded box
when her mechanism was not wound up. Surely, it is impossible
Dolly can ever have stooped to such a homely unartificial thing as
maternity. You must be mistaken."
" No. In remote ages she married a cousin. The white wild
rose is the result."
" A charming result. A child only, but an exquisite child. It
is a pity we are in this costume, or we would go and be presented ;
though Miladi would not be grateful, to judge by her face now.
Poor little Dolly! It is hard to have a daughter—and a daughter
that comes to Trouville in August."
Then he who was a figure of grace even in white towelling, and
had a face like Saint Sebastian, handed the field-glass back to his
friend, and went to his hotel to dress.
Meanwhile Lady Dolly was saying irritably: " Go home to my
house, Vere,—the Chalet Ludoff. Of course you ought to have gone
there first; why didn't you go there first and dress ? None but an
idiot would ever have allowed you to do it. The idea 1 Walk on,
pray—and as quickly as you can."
" We went to the house, but they said you were on the beach,
and so, mother------"
" Pray don't call me mother in that way. It makes one feel
like What's-her-name in the ' Trovatore,'" said Lady Dolly, with a
little laugh, that was very fretful. " And be kind enough not to
stand here and stare; everybody is listening."
"What for should they not listen?" said Fraulein Schroder
stoutly. " Can there be in nature a sweeter, more soul-inspiring,
and of-heaven-al ways-blessed emotion than the outcoming of filial
love and the spontaneous flow of------"
" Rubbish ! " said Lady Dolly. " Vere, oblige me by walking
in; I shall be with you in a moment at the house. You'll find
Jack there. You remember Jack ? "
" What an angel! any one would give her twenty years at least,'"
said Princess Helene again. " But your German, in her blue
glasses, she is a drolesse------"
" A very clever woman ; dreadfully blue and conscientious, and
all that is intolerable; the old duchess tound her for me," replied
Lady Dolly, still half willing to faint, and half inclined to cry, and
wholly in that state of irritation which Fuseli was wont to say
made swearing delicious.
" I always fancied—so stupid of me!—that your Vere was quite
a little child, always at the Sacrd Coeur," continued the Princess
musingly, with her sweetest smile.
" I wish to heaven we had a Sacr^ Coeur," said Lady Dolly