people will be satisfied with being just dear brothers. And are they
really for me, god-mamma? Why should you not wear them yourself? They
are so beautiful!"

"Let me have the pleasure of seeing you wear them, Bawn. We shall depend
less on the Dublin shops during our visit. Louise will fit the things on
you. They will have to be taken in for you. They will not look
old-fashioned. The fashion has come back to them."

I stood an hour or more while Louise pinned the things on me, kneeling
by my side and turning me this way and that way to look at myself in the
long glass of the wardrobe.

She kept up a running conversation on the things while she fitted me;
ecstatic little cries of admiration; deep sighs of satisfaction; with
all the animation of the Frenchwoman.

"I believe you get at least as much pleasure out of them as I do,
Louise," I said.

"Ah, heaven, more!" she answered. "Mademoiselle is but a child; she does
not know the delight of the feel, the soft lovely feel, of this that
drapes so perfectly. Fortunately Mademoiselle lends herself to the
lovely things. They become her. They cling to her figure as though they
loved it. The result will be charming. M. le Capitaine Theobald he
should be here to see the result. How his eyes would sparkle!"

"M. le Capitaine Theobald, as you call him, Louise," I said, "would not
know one stuff from another. It is quite possible that he would like me
better in the pink print yonder. The beautiful things will be quite