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254 Court Netherleigh. This was nearly the climax. Lady Grey, a young and pretty woman, dressed as extravagantly as did Mrs. Dalrymple, and there was a hidden rivalry between them, quite well known. “There is another lady who would lke it, I know, and she has but just gone out—and a most charming angel she is. I do speak of the Lady Adela ——” This was quite the climax, and Selina hastily interrupted. Lady Adela was even more lovely than she herself was; very much, too, in the same style of delicate beauty. What would Adela be in that lace dress ! ‘““T will take it,” cried Selina. - “I must have a slip of that peach glacé to wear underneath it.” “Tt will be altogether fit for a queen,” quoth madame. “But could I have them home by to-morrow night for Lady Burn- ham’s party P” “Certainly madam can.” “Very well then,” concluded Selina. ‘‘Or—stay : would white look better under it, after all? I have ever so many white glacé slips.” Madame’s opinion was that no colour, ever seen in the earth or in the air, could, or would look as well as the peach. Milady Grey could not wear peach ; she was too dark. “Ves, Ill decide upon the peach-blossom,” concluded Selira. “ But that’ s not a good silk, is it?” “Si, Mais si. C'est de la soie cuite.” ‘And that is all, I think, for to-day.” “What will Madame Dalreemp wear in her hair with this to-morrow n ight pa’ ‘Ah! that’s well thought of. It must be either white or peach.” “Or mixed. Cherchez la boite, numero deux,” quietly added madame to an attendant. Box, number two, was brought. And madame disentangled from its contents of flowers a beautiful wreath of peach-blossom and white, with crystallised leaves. ‘‘’They came in only to-day,” she said. Which was true. “The very thing,” cried Selina, in admiration. ‘Send that with the bonnet and sleeves to day.” “Madam ought to wear amethysts with this toilette,” suggested Madame Daniereau. ‘‘Amethysts ! I have none.” “Tt is a great pity, that. They would look superbe.” “JT was admiring a set of amethysts the other day, ” thought Selina, as she went down to her carriage. ‘‘I wish I could have them. I wonder whether they were very out-of-the-way in point of cost? Tl drive there, and ascertain. Ihave hada ate many little things there that Oscar does not know of.” She entered her carriage, ordering it to the jeweller’s ; and with EORMIE NOOO KS (CO) im