'I always think,' Caroline said, 'it's a pity this beautiful avenue
hasn't a better setting. Mere fields, and open to the road! It's
undignified. It ought to have been a park.'
'With a high wall all round it,' Rose suggested.
'Exactly,' Caroline agreed. She was touching her fringe, giving little
pats and pulls to her dress, preparatory to descent, and Sophia
whispered, 'Just see, Caroline, that wisp of hair near my ear--so
tiresome! I can never be sure of it.'
'Not a sign of it,' Caroline assured her. 'Now I wonder what we are
going to find.'
They found the drawing-room empty and untouched. On the pale walls the
water-colours were still hanging, the floral carpet still covered the
floor, the faded chintzes had not been removed, and the light came
clearly through the long windows with their pale primrose curtains. In
the middle of the room was the circular settee to seat four persons,
back to back, with a little woolwork stool set for each pair of feet.
There were no flowers in the room, and they were not needed, for the
room itself was like some pale, scentless and old-fashioned bloom.
The three Miss Malletts sat down: Caroline gay and aggressive as a
parrot, and a parrot in a big gilded cage would not have been out of
place; Sophia fitting naturally into the gentle scheme of things; Rose
startlingly modern in her elegance.
'Well,' Caroline said, 'she's a long time. Changing her dress, I
expect,' and she sniffed.
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