Dauvray eagerly.
But even in the midst of her eagerness--so thoroughly had she been prepared--there lingered a flavour of doubt, of suspicion.

In Celia's mind there was still the one desperate resolve.
"I must succeed to-night," she said to herself--"I must!" Adele Rossignol kneeled on the floor behind her.

She gathered in carefully the girl's frock.

Then she picked up the long train, wound it tightly round her limbs, pinioning and swathing them in the folds of satin, and secured the folds with a cord about the knees.
She stood up again.
"Can you walk, Celie ?" she asked.

"Try!" With Helene Vauquier to support her if she fell, Celia took a tiny shuffling step forward, feeling supremely ridiculous.