'Oh, good heavens, Anne! I'm not going for a bicycle ride. Because I'm not got up for a garden-party, it doesn't follow I must be dressed for mountain-climbing. Cecil hates sensible-looking clothes.'
'Then I should think anything you've got would do. Or do you want to get a new dress?'
'Of course I want to get a new dress, but not for this afternoon. It wouldn't be possible. Besides, I don't think it's a good plan to wear something different every time you see a person. It looks so extravagant.'
'Wear your black and white, then.'
'No, it isn't intime enough, and the material's too rough—it's a hard dress.'
'Oh! Funny, I had the impression you had more clothes than you knew what to do with, and you don't seem to have anything fit to wear.'
'Why, of course, I shall wear my blue voile. How on earth could I wear anything else? How silly you are, Anne!'
'Well, if you knew that all the time, why did you ask me?'
'Are there plenty of flowers in the studio?'
'Yes; but I'll get some more if you like.'