Emily took up the hair-brushes.
"There'll be just time to brush your head,"she said,"before they come.You must look your best,James.""Ah!"muttered James;"they say she's pretty."The meeting with his new daughter-in-law took place in the dining-room.James was seated by the fire when she was brought in.
He placed,his hands on the arms of the chair and slowly raised himself.Stooping and immaculate in his frock-coat,thin as a line in Euclid,he received Annette's hand in his;and the anxious eyes of his furrowed face,which had lost its colour now,doubted above her.A little warmth came into them and into his cheeks,refracted from her bloom.
"How are you?"he said."You've been to see the Queen,I suppose?
Did you have a good crossing?"
In this way he greeted her from whom he hoped for a grandson of his name.
Gazing at him,so old,thin,white,and spotless,Annette murmured something in French which James did not understand.
"Yes,yes,"he said,"you want your lunch,I expect.Soames,ring the bell;we won't wait for that chap Dartie."But just then they arrived.Dartie had refused to go out of his way to see 'the old girl.'With an early cocktail beside him,he had taken a 'squint'from the smoking-room of the Iseeum,so that Winifred and Imogen had been obliged to come back from the Park to fetch him thence.
His brown eyes rested on Annette with a stare of almost startled satisfaction.The second beauty that fellow Soames had picked up!