'Go anywhere you like and bring me back two or three perfectly simple tea-gowns—you know the sort of shape, rather like evening cloaks—straight lines—none of the new draperies and curves—in red, blue and black.'
'On appro.?' asked Miss Bennett.
'On anything you like, but made of Liberty satin, with a dull surface.'
'There's no such thing.' Grace Bennett laughed. 'You mean charmeuse, or crepe-de-chine, perhaps?'
'Call it what you like, only get it. You must bring them back in a taxi.'
'Extravagant girl!'
'They're not to cost more than—oh! not much,' added Edith, 'at the most.'
'Economical woman! Why not have a really good tea-gown while you're about it?'
'These will be good. I want to have a hard outline like a
Fergusson.'
'Oh, really? What's that?'