A journey to Montreal must be taken immediately, and business commenced.

Kate held a long consultation with Rose in her boudoir; but Rose, marvellous to tell, took very little interest in the subject.

She, who all her life made dress the great concern of her existence, all at once, in this most important crisis, grew indifferent.
She accompanied Kate to Montreal, however, and helped in the selection of laces, and silks, and flowers, and ribbons; and another dressmaker was hunted up and carried back.
It was a busy time after that; the needles of Agnes Darling, Eunice, and the new dressmaker flew from morning until night.

Grace lent her assistance, and Kate was always occupied superintending, and being fitted and refitted, and had no time to think how lonely the house was, or how much she missed Reginald Stanford.

She was happy beyond the power of words to describe; the time was near when they would never part again--when she would be his--his happy, happy wife.
It was all different with Rose; she had changed in a most unaccountable manner.