"Unmodish?" White hands were lifted, and sparkling eyes rolled themselves in agonised protest. "There's a new tie-wig come in—un peu negligée—a most truly ravishing confection. As for clothes——"
"And needles," he added, "pray what of your promise?"
"Promise, sir?"
"You were to teach me how to sew on a button, I think?"
"Button!" she repeated, staring,
"If you've forgot, 'tis no matter, madam," said he and dropped very nimbly from the wall.
"Ah, my forgetfulness hath angered you, sir."
"No, child, no, extreme youth is apt to be extreme thoughtless and forgetful——"
"Sir, I am twenty-two."
"And I am forty-one!" he said wistfully.