"I am ignorant of it."
"Her age?"
"I am bad at guessing ladies' ages; but I should say between twenty and thirty."
"Dark or fair?"
"Dark."
"I thought so. Her height—approximately?"
"Six foot two."
Meyer stiffened himself indignantly, and the eye-glass dropped from his eye.
"You are trifling, sir," he said angrily.
"Perhaps I have exaggerated," said Trafford calmly, "put down six foot one-and-a-half."