Obeying a second order the girl raised her skirt and extended a slim foot in a pale-green silk stocking and a satin slipper to match.

Adele was content.

Celia was wearing the shoes she was meant to wear.

They were made upon the very same last as those which Celia had just kicked off upstairs.

An almost imperceptible nod from Helene Vauquier, moreover, assured her.
She took up a length of the thin cord.
"Now, how are we to begin ?" she said awkwardly.