He had called her
"Lady Sunshine"; he had been wont to call it over and over in his
happiness, and as Sylvia repeated it to me--"Lady Sunshine! Lady
Sunshine!" I could imagine that I caught an echo of the very tones
of Frank Shirley's voice.
10. For several days I waited upon the postman, and when the summons
came I dodged a committee-meeting, and ascended the marble stairs
with trepidation, and underwent the doubting scrutiny of an English
lackey, sufficiently grave in deportment and habiliments to have
waited upon a bishop in his own land. I have a vague memory of an
entrance-hall with panelled paintings and a double-staircase with a
snow-white carpet, about which I had read in the newspapers that it
was woven in one piece, and had cost an incredible sum. One did not
have to profane it with his feet, as there was an elevator provided.
I was shown to Sylvia's morning-room, which had been "done" in pink
and white and gold by some decorator who had known her colours. It
was large enough to have held half-a-dozen of my own quarters, and
the sun was allowed to flood it. Through a door at one side came
Sylvia, holding out her hands to me.
She was really glad to see me! She began to apologize at once for
the time she had taken to write.
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