Even the
homespun suit could not wholly banish his native charm, for after it
was once on he forgot its existence and wore it with an ease almost too
oblivious to suit Celestina.
Not so she! On the contrary she issued from her chamber conscious of
every article of finery adorning her plump person. She settled,
unsettled, resettled her hat a dozen times, and tried no less than a
score of locations for her large cameo pin. Her freshly washed lisle
gloves had unfortunately shrunk in the drying and refused to go on at
the finger tips, and from each digit projected a sharply defined glove
end which kept her busy pushing and pulling most of the afternoon. So
occupied was Delight with tying Willie's cravat and rearranging the
spray of flowers on Celestina's bonnet that she had not a moment to
consider her own toilet which was hastily made after everything else
was done. Yet as Robert Morton looked at her, he thought that nothing
could have graced her more completely than did her simple gown of
muslin. There was in the frock a demureness almost Quaker-like which
as a foil for her beauty breathed the very essence of coquetry.
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