3711. I have to apologize for getting so far off the track
of my narrative, but perhaps I was so carried away by trying to describe Alexis
for you, that I have entirely lost track of my story.
3712. Now to return to Harriet’s disaster. She had diverted
the concern for her sad mood by casting the blame onto her aunt who had
recently died. Her friend Natalie did not believe this explanation and began to
probe her friend for a more believable explanation. Finally she gave up her
inquiry and seemingly changed the direction of the conversation to something
entirely different.
3713. “You know,” she said, “These yellow walls with their
crimson drapes give me a wonderful idea. Why don’t we design a new uniform for
Alexis? I can envision a pale yellow short jacket and trousers of the same
cloth. The cloth will be thick, as for winter, and with a slight nap like the
down on a young boy's lip.
3714. Down the length of
the pants leg will run a narrow double stripe of crimson, the very same crimson
of your drapes. Count Rostovitch has his footman in yellow, and the very
impracticability of such a color is almost as extraordinary and beautiful as
the all white uniforms of the court.
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