not see Margaret Allington I shall die."
She raised her hands to her jewels, and pressed the cool globes of her pearls into her flesh. "She lives near here," she said easily. "I will send the car down for her to-morrow. You shall see as much of her as you like."
His arms fell to his sides.
"Thank you," he muttered; "you're all being so kind—" He disengaged himself into the darkness.
I was amazed at Kitty's beautiful act and more amazed to find that it had made her face ugly. Her eyes snapped as they met mine.
"That dowd!" she said, keeping her voice low, so that he might not hear it as he passed to and fro before the window.
"That dowd!"
This sudden abandonment of beauty and amiability meant so much in our Kitty, whose law of life is grace, that I went over and kissed her.
