‘Who is she?’
‘She is a slender woman, neither dark nor light; her hair is fluffy—not crimped; her eyes are red-brown in some lights, and she wears soft raiment.’
‘When did you meet her?’
‘And what about Mabel?’
‘Oh, she is all right,’ said Rob, optimistically. ‘What I liked about her at first is exactly what I like now—she is so sensible; you can’t tell how sensible she is, Mark. She says I am preoccupied, and she doesn’t think I am earnest. She is right; I am not what she calls earnest.’
‘You told her about the scarf, of course?’
‘No, that wouldn’t interest her. Now, tenement houses are in her line. If I had invested in a tenement house she would have found me no end interesting; but this kind of a thing isn’t appreciated by her; she isn’t in it.’
‘I call it puerile and ridiculous,’ said Mark, hotly.
‘I don’t think you are quite right, then. What kind of a fabric should you take it to be?’