"For what?"
"For my bad manners—I forgot myself."
"You mean that you were staring at me?"
"Yes—too long—at one time, I fear."
"I don't feel any ill effects!" she smiled. "A woman gets used to being stared at, especially in these days of tight skirts—and scanty other things."
"You would be stared at if you wore crinoline and hoops," he answered, with an attempt to be gallant.
"I undoubtedly should—as a perfect sight!" she laughed.
"And a mask also," he added.
"I should then be mysterious:—'Who is it?' they would ask."
"You would have individuality and beauty, whatever you wore," he averred.