“To the best of my recollection, they were one on each side of my nose.”
“Yes, but some people are eyes and no eyes.”
“I scorn the imputation; try me.”
“Very well. Then did you see that lady in sky-blue silk, embroidered with flowers, and flounced with white velvet, and the corsage point lace; and oh, such emeralds?”
“I did; a tall, skinny woman, with eyes resembling her jewels in color, though not in brightness.”
“Never mind her eyes; it is her dress I am speaking of. Exquisite; and what a coiffure! Well, did you see HER in the black velvet, trimmed so deep with Chantilly lace, wave on wave, and her head-dress of crimson flowers, and such a riviere of diamonds; oh, dear! oh, dear!”
“I did, love. The room was an oven, but her rubicund face and suffocating costume made it seem a furnace.”
“Stuff! Well, did you see the lady in the corn-colored silk, and poppies in her hair?”
“Of course I did. Ceres in person. She made me feel hot, too; but I cooled myself a bit at her pale, sickly face.”
“Never mind their faces; that is not the point.”