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There would be cards at Fanshawe's house, Prudence guessed; a fair number of young bucks might be counted on to be present; and her frustrated duel with Rensley must be sure of receiving notice.
She chose, at random, a coat of peach satin from her wardrobe, and found a fine waistcoat embroidered in silver to wear with it. Robin came to dredge powder on to her brown locks, and was busy with hot irons for a while. Coaxing a rolling curl into place, Robin said: -- "Leave early, and have no private talk with Fanshawe. It's my belief it's a quixotic gentleman with no other mind than to step between a callow youth and death. But it's as well to have a care."