"I am sure 'tis not! Where is one to compare with it?"
Carstares produced a long thread and held it next to hers. The two heads were bent close over it. Diana sighed.
"You are right; I can just see the difference. But 'tis very slight!"
Miss Betty peeped over their shoulders.
"Gracious, what an eye you must have! I can detect no difference." Her eye ran along the row of silks laid out on my lord's white satin leg.
"Mr. Carr," said Diana suddenly, "I want to ask you something—something that has been puzzling me."
"Faith, what is it, Miss Beauleigh?"
"Just this: why did you call Mr. Everard M. le Duc?"
There was a tiny pause. My lord looked down into the gold-flecked eyes and frowned a little.
"Did I call him that?"