And you will send for her.

You will let John go again.

Think if she should arrive in this terrible storm and no one there to meet her.

You will send this once, and if she is not there I will not trouble you again.' There was something in Arthur's white face which Frank could not resist, and though he had no idea that anything would come of it, he promised that John should go.
'Oh, Frank,' Arthur exclaimed, his face brightening at once, 'you have made me so happy! My headache is quite gone,' and then he began to plan for the dinner, which was to be more elaborate than usual, and served an hour later, so as to give plenty of time for Gretchen to rest and dress herself if she wished to do so.
'And she will when she sees the lovely dress I have for her,' he thought to himself, and after his brother had gone he went to the large closet where he kept the long black trunk which he called Gretchen's, and into which Dolly's curious eyes had never looked, although she longed to know the contents.
This Arthur now opened, and had Dolly been there she would have held her breath in wonder at the many beautiful things it contained.
Folded in one of the trays, as only a French packer accustomed to the business could have arranged it, was an exquisite dinner-dress of salmon-colored satin, with a brocaded front and jacket of blue and gold, and here and there a knot of duchess lace, which gave it a more airy effect.

This Arthur took out carefully and laid upon the bed in his sleeping-apartment, together with every article of the toilet necessary to such a dress, from a lace pocket handkerchief to a pair of pale-blue silk hose, which he kissed reverently as he whispered to himself: 'Dear little feet, which, no doubt, are so cold now in the wretched car; but they will never be cold when once I have them here.' He was talking in German, as he always did when Gretchen was the subject of his thought, and so Dolly, who came to say that some things which he had ordered for dinner were impossible now, could not understand him, but she caught a glimpse of the dress upon the bed, and advanced quickly toward the open door, exclaiming: 'Oh, Arthur, what a lovely gown! Whose-- ?' But before she completed her question Arthur was upon the threshold and had closed the door, saying as he did so: 'It is Gretchen's.