It was almost Grecian in its simplicity and yet sophisticated in that it clung to Idona’s figure and made her look as if she had stepped out from under a fountain.
Her only ornamentation was a few silver ribbons in her hair and lace mittens on her hands, which were also flecked with dewdrops.
Her eyes were very large in her small pointed face as she went downstairs to the drawing room wondering as she did so if the Marquis would approve of her appearance and afraid that he might think her gown too revealing.
He was standing in front of the fireplace and to Idona’s consternation there were several gentlemen with him, but no sign of the Marchioness or Lady Rosebel.
She therefore stood as she entered the room hesitating as to whether she should retreat until he walked towards her, saying
