"I adore very dark hair when it is going grey, Seraphim. I have often thought how beautiful you would be if you burnt all those things. Your sense of humour is so supreme, they always seem incongruous."
"I will, then, this very New Year, while we are at Blissington. It will be the sensation when we return to town. Sarah Lady Garribardine with snow-white hair!"
"No, iron grey. It will make your eyes brighter."
"It shall be done!" Then she laughed softly. "G., how goes it with Läo—you are not in love?"
Mr. Strobridge shook his head regretfully.
"Alas! not an atom. I fear it won't last until the Easter recess."
"She is artificial."
"Extremely."
"And hopelessly vague."
"Yes—but quite charming."