"You may wear your common dress."
"Then I do see that things are going to be heavenly! I want to walk slowly—very slowly—up Oxford Street, and then down Regent Street, and then down Piccadilly, and then up Bond Street; and perhaps we might go to Baker Street. And while we are walking I want to watch and watch, and look and look——"
"At the shops, do you mean?"
"No, no; things in the streets."
"What things, love?"
"Little Italian girls and boys with monkeys and tambourines; and Happy Families, too. Oh, I do love Happy Families!"
"But you can see them any day in the Square."
"Yes; but I want to look at them with fresh eyes."
"Fresh eyes, Christian?"