a sweet smile. No,
I don't want a fan--that's a Lydia Languish trade-mark. And
two
silk
skirts rustling like the deadest leaves imaginable. Yes, I think that
will do. And if you can't hook up my dress without pecking and pecking
at me like that, I'll probably go stark,
staring
crazy, Célestine,
and then you'll be sorry. No, it isn't a bit tight--are you perfectly