Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts

by A. E. W. Mason

Celia. Of course, you know our descriptions won't be alike. No two people's description of anyone ever would be.

Smith. Of course not--except in the definite facts.--His eyes, for instance----

Celia. His eyes--his eyes were not definite.

Smith. Not definite?

Celia. Their color. I mean it varied. Emotion kindled them--apathy dulled them. Sometimes they were light and again they were very, very dark.

Smith. That's funny. I never saw them dark. To me they always were light, like bottle glass.

Celia. Really? Possibly you were not very observing.

Smith. (Acknowledges the point with a touch of impatience) Possibly not. But his hair? Surely we can't differ as to that?

Celia. His hair--you mean did it curl or was it straight?

Smith. Yes--and its color.