“And just put them on?”
“It is really remarkable. Do you realise how lucky you are in being a stock size?”
“I suppose I am. But you know the awful thing about it is that they will never come in for Wimpole Street.”
“Why on earth not? What could be more ladylike, more—simple, more altogether suitable?”
“You see I have to wear black there.”
“What an extraordinary idea. Why?”
“Well they asked me to. I don’t know. I believe it’s the fault of my predecessor. They told me she rustled and wore all kinds of dresses——”
“I see—a series of explosions.”
“On silk foundations.”
“But why should they assume that you would do the same?”