The Moth and the Star
you should be able to get to England or America; and if you want more when you get there, write to Hilda Bouverie! As long as she has any, there will be some for you!"
Tears filled her eyes. The simplicity of her girlhood had come back to the seasoned woman of the world, at once spoiled and satiated with success. This was the other side of the artistic temperament which had enslaved her soul. She would swing from one extreme of wounded and vindictive vanity to this length of lawless nobility; now she could think of none but self, and now not of herself at all. Stingaree glanced toward the window.
"I can't go yet, I'm afraid."
"You sha'n't! Why should you?"
"But I still fear they may not be satisfied downstairs. I am ashamed to ask it—but will you do one little thing more for me?"
"Name it!"
"It is only to make assurance doubly sure. Go downstairs and let them see you; tell them more details, if you like. Go down as you are, and say that without your maid you could not find anything else to put on. I promise not to vanish with everything in your absence."
"You do promise?"
"On my—liberty!"
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