"Come, dearest Ella, tell me what is the matter--why you have come to me in that lovely costume.

You look as if you were dressed for a bridal." "A bridal--a bridal?
What do you mean by that ?" said Ella, with curious eagerness--a suggestion of suspicion was in her tone.

She had loosed her hold upon the girl's arms.
Phyllis laughed.

She put a hand round Ella's waist and led her to a sofa, saying: "Let us sit down and talk it all over.

That is the lace you told me you picked up at Munich.