The Vicar has called to tell us that Delphine has made up her accounts,
and that the fete has cleared fifty pounds more than the smaller affair
last year. He seemed pleased and proud, and I was delighted, too, and
immensely relieved, because I had really been horribly afraid there
would be no profit at all! Curious to think where all the money came
from to pay heavy expenses, and still clear so much! It just shows how
small sums add up. I asked if Delphine were very pleased, and he
hesitated, and said:--
"She seems tired. Feeling the reaction, no doubt. She worked so hard."
An imp of curiosity tempted me to see if he were really as blind as he
appeared.
"She made a splendid hostess. And didn't she look charming, too? I am
sure you were proud of her in that lovely new frock!"
His eyes softened with a deep _glowey_ look, which was reserved for
Delphine alone.
"I am always proud of her. She always looks charming; but the dress--I
am afraid I must plead guilty. I know nothing about her dress."
"Really? Truly? You couldn't tell what it was like?"
"Not for a thousand pounds!"