As it was, Madame de Bellegarde used to give him news of the dress she meant to wear at his wedding, and which had not yet, in her creative imagination, in spite of many interviews with the tailor, resolved itself into its composite totality.

"I told you pale blue bows on the sleeves, at the elbows," she said.

"But to-day I don't see my blue bows at all.

I don't know what has become of them.

To-day I see pink--a tender pink.