"Put it on."
She put it on, and turned to him, irresistibly pink and pretty.
"But 'tis wicked, Denis! And why did you get it? And where—"
"It's lovely," exclaimed Molly, with a big sigh.
"Oh, I heard you talking to Molly about having to wear up a hat you hated with your brown suit—"
"I thought you were fathoms deep in your Latin!"
"Ah, but I wasn't. So I asked Lancaster if he could tell me of a decent hat shop, and he told me of one in Bond Street where his cousins go. You should have seen his face when I asked him whether he wasn't coming in with me! He never dreamt I was really going to get it. Don't see why, myself. 'It's full of Frenchified women!' he gasped. So it was. They were awfully sweet to me—tried on the hats, but, by Jove, what hats they were, Nell! I found this one myself. Now isn't it just the colour of your suit? Let me look at you."
He turned her round by her slim shoulders, and eyed her critically. She was adorable in it.
"I—I shall take it back, Denis. I suppose they'd give me back the money? How much was it?"
"Don't ask rude questions. And don't be a goose! They wouldn't think of taking it back."