It shows my heels--and, Lord
knows, I get into scrapes enough about my heels, without showing them
into the bargain!"
"May I ask a favor?" inquired Mrs. Lecount, confidentially. "May I try,
Mrs. Bygrave, if I can make my experience of any use to you? I think
our bosoms, ma'am, are our great difficulty. Now, this bosom of
yours?--Shall I say in plain words what I think? This bosom of yours is
an Enormous Mistake!"
"Don't say that!" cried Mrs. Wragge, imploringly. "Don't please, there's
a good soul! It's an awful big one, I know; but it's modeled, for all
that, from one of Magdalen's own."
She was far too deeply interested on the subject of the dress to notice
that she had forgotten herself already, and that she had referred to
Magdalen by her own name. Mrs. Lecount's sharp ears detected the mistake
the instant it was committed. "So! so!" she thought. "One discovery
already. If I had ever doubted my own suspicions, here is an estimable
lady who would now have set me right.--I beg your pardon," she
proceeded, aloud, "did you say this was modeled from one of your niece's
dresses?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Wragge. "It's as like as two peas."
"Then," replied Mrs.
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