"I heard what she said," Romeo remarked, in a low tone, "about my having
been up here, but I didn't tell her I was here. I don't lie to Jule, but
I'm responsible only for what I say, not for what she thinks."
Allison smiled with full understanding of the situation. "We men have to
be careful what we say to women," he replied, with an air of caution and
comradeship that made his young guest feel like a full-fledged man of
the world.
"Sure," assented Romeo, with a broad grin and a movement of one eyelid
which was almost--but not quite--a wink.
Presently the three other guests came in, followed by the Colonel.
Madame Francesca was in white silk over which violets had been scattered
with a lavish hand, then woven into the shining fabric. She wore violets
in her hair and at her belt, and a single amethyst at her throat. Isabel
was in white, with flounces of spangled lace, and Rose was unusually
lovely in a gown of old gold satin and a necklace of palest topaz. In
her dark hair was a single yellow rose.
Juliet was for the moment aghast at so much magnificence and painfully
conscious of her own white muslin gown.
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