It could be done. She felt it. If only one could summon up the needful
brutality. If only one could stifle that still, small voice of Pity.
Mrs. Phillips signed amid splutterings and blots. Joan added her
signature as witness.
She did effect an improvement in the poor lady's dress. On Madge's
advice she took her to a voluble little woman in the Earl's Court Road
who was struck at once by Madame Phillips's remarkable resemblance to the
Baroness von Stein. Had not Joan noticed it? Whatever suited the
Baroness von Stein--allowed by common consent to be one of the
best-dressed women in London--was bound to show up Madame Phillips to
equal advantage. By curious coincidence a costume for the Baroness had
been put in hand only the day before. It was sent for and pinned upon
the delighted Madame Phillips. Perfection! As the Baroness herself
would always say: "My frock must be a framework for my personality. It
must never obtrude." The supremely well-dressed woman! One never
notices what she has on: that is the test. It seemed it was what Mrs.
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