"Who makes her gowns?"
"Has she as much elegance and style as ever?"
"Did she get her mother's jewels? Did she wear them in Berlin?"
"Is she in Society there? Is her grand air as noticeable among all those court people as it was here?"
"Oh, mamma, mamma, you are so tiresome!"
Mrs. McLane had had time to drink a second cup of tea.
"My head spins. Where shall I begin? The gowns she wore in Berlin were made at Worth's. Where else? She still wears golden-brown, and amber, and green—sometimes azure—blue at night. She looked like a fairy queen in blue gauze and diamond stars in her hair one night at the American Legation—"
"How does she wear her hair?"
"There she is not so much a la mode. She has studied her own style, and has found several ways of dressing it that become her—sometimes in a low coil, almost on her neck, sometimes on top of her head in a braid like a coronet, sometimes in a soft psyche knot. There never was anything monotonous about Madeleine."
"I'm going to try every one tomorrow. Has she any children?"