'And your dress happens. Do you mean that?'
'No, no!but if I had worn two or three necklaces to the woods this morning, it would have been want of sense and taste, not of views.'
'Certainly. Your "views" of dress are sense and taste. Or rather, your instinct, I should say.'
'But,' said Hazel,'no, that is not what I mean. Sense and taste have to do directly with the subject,they grow out of it, or are mixed up with it,I wish anybody had ever taught me to talk, among other things!I mean, they are intrinsic. And "views" always seemed to take an outside stand, irrespective of everything. I think I do not like "views." '
'You cannot help having them,' said Dane laughing at her. ' "Views" are merely the simplest word for how you see a thing; under what light, and proportions, and relations.'
Hazel shook her head.
'I never was famous for seeing things,' she said. 'I think I go more by instinct. What do you compliment me by supposing my views of dress to be, Mr. Rollo?'
'That is something from which you are to get, and give, the sense of beauty, in infinite variety.'
"Well, leaving that statement for the present, what are yours, please?'
'That it is a usable thing, which I am to use, like everything else, for my Master.'