Do not be alarmed.

I am not a morphinee.

I promised Nellie yesterday to stop it, and I am quite certain to succeed." The dinner passed uneventfully.
As Brett was unable to change his clothes, neither of the ladies, of course, appeared in elaborate costumes.
Helen wore a simple white muslin dress, with pale blue ribbons.

Margaret, mindful of the barrister's hint concerning her attire, now appeared in pale grey crepe de chine, trimmed with cerise panne velvet.
When she entered the drawing-room she almost startled the others, so strong was the contrast between her present effective garments and the black raiment she had affected constantly since her return to Beechcroft after her marriage.
"The reform has commenced," she cried gaily, seeing how they looked at her.

"My maid is in ecstasies about the proposed visit to my dressmaker's.
She insisted on showing me a study for an Ascot frock in the _Queen_." "Ah, she is a Frenchwoman ?" said Brett.
"Yes; and pray what mystery have you elucidated now ?" "Not a mystery, but a sober fact.