Adele had not yet made Mme.

Dauvray's acquaintance; that was evident.

She was apparently unaware of her; but she was gradually edging towards her.

Wethermill smiled, and Celia caught the smile.
"What is it ?" she asked, and her head began to turn in the direction of Mme.

Dauvray.
"Why, I like your frock--that's all," said Wethermill at once; and Celia's eyes went down to it.
"Do you ?" she said, with a pleased smile.