`` It is all the dress , I know . I feel like a queen in it -- no , like a girl again -- and that 's better . '' Margaret went to Mrs. Cunningham 's door with her . `` How I wish I could go in and see the sensation you 'll make , Aunt Beatrice , '' she whispered . `` You dear , silly child ! It 's just the purple and fine linen , '' laughed Aunt Beatrice . But she did not altogether think so , and she rang the doorbell unquailingly . In the hall Mrs. Cunningham herself came beamingly to greet her . `` My dear Beatrice ! I 'm so glad . Bella said you could not come because you had a headache . '' `` My headache got quite better after they left , and so I thought I would get ready and come , even if it were rather late , '' said Beatrice glibly , wondering if Sapphira had ever worn a black-and-yellow dress , and if so , might not her historic falsehood be traced to its influence ? When they came downstairs together , Beatrice , statuesque and erect in her trailing draperies , and Mrs. Cunningham secretly wondering where on earth Beatrice Hayden had got such a magnificent dress and what she had done to herself to make her look as she did -- a man came through the hall . At the foot of the stairs they met . He put out his hand . `` Beatrice ! It must be Beatrice ! How little you have changed ! '' Mrs. Cunningham was not particularly noted in Murraybridge for her tact , but she had a sudden visitation of the saving grace at that moment , and left the two alone . Beatrice put her hand into the M.P. 's .
`` I am glad XXXXX see you , '' she said simply , looking up at him .
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