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Chapter IV
The next few days passed in a whirl of excitement for Drusilla. Dresses were
bought for her to fit, and she went into town with Daphne on visits to the great
dressmaker, who turned and studied Drusilla as gown after gown was fitted to
her slim, yet still erect old figure. But finally they were all finished and great boxes
came to the house. They were opened by Jeanne and their treasures spread
upon the chairs and the bed to be admired and fingered lovingly by Drusilla, who
took as much joy in her new clothes as any girl with her first trousseau. Except
for the Bible and the life of John Calvin the contents of the little trunk were lost,
so far as Drusilla was concerned. She became another being, as, clothed in soft-
toned grays, her hair dressed by the hand of expert Jeanne, she gradually lost
her feeling of loneliness, of being a person apart from her new life, and began to
move with confidence amongst the treasured beauties of her new home.
The pretty gowns gave her a feeling of respect for herself that she had never
experienced before, and for the first time in her life she felt within herself a
power. Her opinions were deferred to, her wishes carried out immediately, and it
seemed to her that all the world was trying to give her happiness. It took her
many days to feel that she might ask for service instead of waiting upon herself;
but she soon learned that the many servants were there for her especial use, and
expected to be called upon to render any service that she required.
At first she was embarrassed when the housekeeper came to her in the mornings
for orders for the day, and she confided to Daphne that she didn't know what to
tell her. Daphne interviewed the housekeeper privately and then said to Drusilla,
"I have seen Mrs. Perrine and told her that she doesn't need to come to you in
the morning, as she understands what is to be done. If there is anything special,
you will tell her, but you are not to be bothered with the details of the house now.
After a while, perhaps, you will care to attend to some of the things, and tell her
what you would like; but don't let it worry you until you get used to it all. I told the
chef, too, that he need not send up the menu for the day, as he did to Mr.
Miss Thornton could not know how thankful Drusilla was for this last order, as the
consideration of the menu had been a great embarrassment to her. It was written
in French--a language quite unknown to Drusilla--and although she could not
read the names of the marvelous creations of the cook, the food delighted her
and the quiet, skilful service was always a wonder. The mechanism of the great
household seemed to move with almost a machine's precision, and she felt that
she was in a world that revolved to the order of unseen hands.
She had been in her new home but a few days when a card was brought her,
and she read on it: Thomas Carney, The New York Times. She went to the
library, wondering what some strange man could want with her. She found a very
quick, alert young man, with twinkling blue eyes, who rose to greet her. She gave
him her hand and asked him to be seated. He sat down, and then question after
question was asked Drusilla. What relation she was to Elias Doane? Had she
ever known him? How she had passed her life; the details of the life in the Doane