I left them
in the sunshine on the terrace creeping up and down, and as I looked
back before I entered the house by the French windows of the
morning-room, I recognized all at once that my grandmother had put off
her black, and was wearing grey, with some of her old lace trimming it.
It was a tabinet which I must have seen in my childhood. The memory of
it was so remote that I felt as if I must have read about it; but I had
an exact memory of the way it was made, which was billowing about the
feet, and with a very straight bodice. While I looked at them she picked
a rose from the wall and fastened it into her husband's coat.
I was busy till lunch-time, putting up packets and addressing them. When
at last I went downstairs I found Uncle Luke and my godmother in the
drawing-room. The years seemed to have slipped away from her. Her dear
brown face was as shy and rapturous as the face of any young girl in
love who knows she is beloved. They were standing by the fire when I
went in.
My godmother had one foot on the fender and her hand supported her
cheek. As I went up to her, I saw in the mirror that she was wearing a
very beautiful ring of sapphires which I had noticed on Uncle Luke's
hand.
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