the roof of a good cook's mayonnaise is discernible to the unedu¬
But this was brown holland naked and not ashamed, unadorned
and barbaric, without any attempt at disguise of itself, and looking
wet and wrinkled from sea-water, and very brown indeed beside
the fresh and ethereal costumes of the ladies gathered there, that
looked like bubbles just blown in a thousand hues to float upon
" Brown holland! good gracious! " said Lady Dolly, putting up
her eyeglass. She could not very well see the wearer of it; there
were so many men between them; but she could see the wet,
clinging, tumbled skirt which came in amongst the wonderful
garments of the sacred place, and to make this worse there was an
old Scotch plaid above the skirt, not worn, thrown on anyhow, as
she said pathetically, long afterwards.
" What a guy ! " said Lady Dolly.
" What a face!" said the courtiers; but they said it under their
breath, being wise in their generation, and praising no woman
But the brown holland came tov,'ards her, catching in the wind,
and showing feet as perfect as her own. The brown holland
stretched two hands out to her, and a voice cried aloud—
" Mother ! don't you know me, mother ? "
Lady Dolly gave a little sharp scream, then stood still. Her
pretty face was very blank, her rosy small mouth was parted in
amaze and disgust.
" In that deess ! " she gasped, when the position became clear
to her and her senses returned.
But the brown holland was clinging in a wild and joyous kind
of horrible, barbarous way all about her, as it seemed, and the
old Scotch plaid was pressing itself against her haptiste skirts.
" Oh, mother ! how lovely you are! Not changed in the very
least! Don't you know me. Oh dear! don't you know me ? I
Lady Dolly was a sweet-tempered woman by nature, and only
made fretful occasionally by maids' contretemps, debts, husbands,
and other disagreeable accompaniments of life. But, at this
moment, she had no other sense than that of rage. She could
Lave struck her sunshade furiously at all creation; she could have
fainted, only the situation would have been rendered more ridi¬
culous still if she had, and that consciousness sustained her; the
sands, and the planks, and the sea, and the sun, all went round her
in a whirl of wrath. She could hear all her lovers, and friends,
and rivals, and enemies tittering ; and Princess Helene Olgarouski,
wtio was at her shoulder, said in the pleasantest way—
V "Is that your little daughter, dear? Why, she is quite a
woman ! A new beauty for Monseigneur."
Lacly Dolly could ^ve slain her hundreds in that moment, had