I would like to have your taste, Gregory.”
“I have no taste, my dear Mrs. Middleton, about such matters.”
“Don’t you think it will become me?”
“Why, to be sure; everything becomes you, you know.”
She laughed.
Would a yellow turban become me?” she asked.
Well, perhaps not,” he said; “but of course you know best.”
“How little you men know about a lady’s dress!”
“I should think so. The fact is, my dear Mrs. Middleton, that part of my education was neglected.”
“When I am your wife, Gregory, I shall always appeal to your taste.”