"That's the corner-stone," Southend agreed.
"Great is Diana of the Ephesians!" pursued Lady Flora. "But Diana was never a wife, if I remember."
"Though how they do it, my dear," marvelled Lady Evenswood, "is what I don't understand."
"I know nothing about them," Lady Flora declared. "And they know nothing about me. They stop at my gowns, you know, and even then they always confuse me with Gertrude Melrose."
"I hope that stops at the gown too?" observed Southend.
"The hair does it, I think. She buys hers at the same shop as I—Now what do I do, Mr Tristram?"
"You, Lady Flora? You know the shop. Is that enough?"
"Yes, or—well, no. I supplement there. I declare I won't wait any longer for Robert."
"He won't come now," said Lady Evenswood. "Is the bishop nice, my dear?"