She drew from the wardrobe a gown of white silk, the front draped almost Grecian fashion and caught up at the sides with bunches of yellow lilies before the back, with only the faintest suggestion of a bustle, fell to the floor in a small train.
It was so lovely that there was a perceptible pause before Xenia said,
“Yes, I am sure that would be the correct gown to wear tonight.”
“Then I suggest Your Royal Highness changes now into this one,” Margit said.
She took down a gown of the palest eau-de-nil silk trimmed with lace dyed to the same shade.
When she put it on, Xenia thought that it became her even more than the gown she had worn previously and yet it was hard to decide which one was lovelier than the other.
It was fortunate that she and Johanna were the same height and the only
