Presently , Irene skimmed down , elegantly gowned , with her pale , straw-coloured hair done in the latest and most extreme fashion , and an over-luscious atmosphere of perfume enveloping her . `` Why how do you do , Miss Blythe ? '' she said sweetly . `` This is a very unexpected pleasure . '' Rilla had risen to take Irene 's chilly finger-tips and now , as she sat down again , she saw something that temporarily stunned her . Irene saw it too , as she sat down , and a little amused , impertinent smile appeared on her lips and hovered there during the rest of the interview . On one of Rilla 's feet was a smart little steel-buckled shoe and a filmy blue silk stocking . The other was clad in a stout and rather shabby boot and black lisle ! Poor Rilla ! She had changed , or begun to change her boots and stockings after she had put on her dress . This was the result of doing one thing with your hands and another with your brain . Oh , what a ridiculous position to be in -- and before Irene Howard of all people -- Irene , who was staring at Rilla 's feet as if she had never seen feet before ! And once she had thought Irene 's manner perfection ! Everything that Rilla had prepared to say vanished from her memory . Vainly trying to tuck her unlucky foot under her chair , she blurted out a blunt statement . `` I have come to athk a favour of you , Irene . '' There -- lisping ! Oh , she had been prepared for humiliation but not to this extent ! Really , there were limits ! `` Yes ? ''
said Irene XXXXX a cool , questioning tone , lifting her shallowly-set , insolent eyes to Rilla 's crimson face for a moment and then dropping them again as if she could not tear them from their fascinated gaze at the shabby boot and the gallant shoe .
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