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THE unexpected guest, pleading a nervous headache (the result of fright), did not appear at tiffin, but emerged later in the afternoon, wearing a subdued expression, and a fantastic loosely-fitting garment, which gave the uninitiated occasion to marvel how it was put on? and why it did not come off? It was a confection from Paris, more suitable to a Parisian artiste than a respectable British widow, and the dogs looked at each other and winked.
"I just slipped into this," explained Lola to her hostess. "It is so deliciously light-quite the latest thing in tea-gowns," and she sank into a chair with a complacent sigh.