Dauvray was gazing at her with a perplexed frown and some return of her suspicion showing in her eyes.
Adele Tace was not content to leave the subject there.
"Perhaps," she said, with a smile, "Mlle.

Celie dresses in that way for a seance ?" "Madame shall see tonight," Celia stammered, and Camille Dauvray rather sternly repeated her words.
"Yes, Adele shall see tonight.

I myself will decide what you shall wear, Celie." Adele Tace casually suggested the kind of dress which she would prefer.
"Something light in colour with a train, something which will hiss and whisper if mademoiselle moves about the room--yes, and I think one of mademoiselle's big hats," she said.

"We will have mademoiselle as modern as possible, so that, when the great ladies of the past appear in the coiffure of their day, we may be sure it is not Mlle.

Celie who represents them." "I will speak to Helene," said Mme.