THE CAP THAT FITS
[Sidenote: Austin Dobson]
"Qui sème épines n'aille déchaux"
SCENE—A Salon with blue and white panels. Outside, persons pass and repass upon a terrace.
HORTENSE. ARMANDE. MONSIEUR LOYAL
HORTENSE (behind her fan)
Not young, I think.
ARMANDE (raising her eye-glass)
And faded, too!—
Quite faded! Monsieur, what say you?
M. LOYAL
Nay,—I defer to you. In truth,
To me she seems all grace and youth.
HORTENSE
Graceful? You think it? What, with hands
That hang like this? (with a gesture).
ARMANDE
And how she stands!
M. LOYAL
Nay,—I am wrong again. I thought
Her air delightfully untaught!