But she had been hurt and she was too
much a woman and far too human not to take her turn at gentle cruelty.
"What a couple," breathed Joshua Stillman, standing beside the blazing
fireplace with Colonel Stratton. "She's like a dewy sweet rosebud and
he's a regular story-book lover in looks and a rare fine boy. We
haven't had a wild rose romance like this one for a long while."
"We'll have a finer when that young parson wakes up. He has the look
of a great lover, and look at the love history of the Churchills."
It was evident that no man there dreamed of criticizing
the dress that looked like pink sea foam. Even David drank in the
picture of his little sweetheart and saw how necessary to this wild
rose sweetness the high-heeled slippers were. He wondered if ever in
his life he would kiss her and, should such glory come to him, if he
would live through the joy of it.
It was the women who were inclined to murmur. But as soon as they
caught a look or a smile meant just for them their primness melted.
Their duty to their conscience and their upbringing done, they smiled
back lovingly at the girl, for who could be critical of a sweet wild
rose!
Jocelyn was not the only one whose gown had no collar. Nan Ainslee
wore a plain dress that was so beautiful it made the women catch their
breath.
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