F. Oh, no. I wore jet in New York. Not a single thing but black about me; not even my fan-sticks.
A. How per-fectly enchanting!
F. Will you do it?
A. Of course I will. I’ll buy the stuff to-morrow.
F. We’ll talk about it when you come to-morrow. (Opening the door.) I must go this very moment, or I shall never get to Mrs. Fresco’s.
A. What are you going to wear to-night?
F. That cardinal I showed you the other day.
A. Isn’t that rather gorgeous?
F. Oh, it’s going to be a big dinner, you know; and there’s lots of black lace on it.
A. It must be awfully becoming.