It had better be
one of those neat little tailor gowns which become you so well.'
'I will wear whatever you tell me,' answered Mary. 'I shall always dress
to please you, and not the outside world.'
'Will you, my Griselda. Some day you shall be dressed as Grisel was--
"In a cloth of gold that brighte shone,
With a coroune of many a riche stone."
'Yes, you darling, when you are Lord Chancellor: and till that day comes
I will wear tailor gowns, linsey-wolsey, anything you like,' cried Mary,
laughing.
She ran to her grandmother's room, ineffably content, without a thought
of trousseau or finery; but then Mary Haselden was one of those few
young women for whom life is not a question of fashionable raiment.
'Mary, I am going to send you off upon your honeymoon to-morrow
afternoon,' said Lady Maulevrier, smiling at the bright, happy face
which was bent over her. 'Will you come back and nurse a fretful old
woman when the honeymoon is over?'
'The honeymoon will never be over,' answered Mary, joyously 'Our wedded
life is to be one long honeymoon.
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