"I don't think so."
"Are you sure?"
"One can never be sure."
"Of course if he doesn't, it proves that I am right in saying that spectacles are fatal. They prevent people from using either their eyes or their imagination. Shall I go up to him and ask him?"
"He would answer: 'I don't understand.'"
"And I would explain: 'Virginia is the only lady in orange,' and he would look at you for a moment or two and, holding out his hand in an ecstasy of gratitude, he would say: 'Thank you. Yes, I love her.'"
"Matthew," she murmured, "what an unsuitable name."
They sat in silence, interfered with only by the necessity of convincing passers-by that they did not want to be interrupted.
"Matthew," she said, "do you see that tall fair man?"
"The blond beast?"