Of scorn and amazement. She made no reply,
But gave a slight turn to the end of her nose
(That pure Grecian feature), as much as to say,
“How absurd that any sane man should suppose
That a lady would go to a ball in the clothes,
No matter how fine, that she wears every day!”
So I ventured again, “Wear your crimson brocade.”
(Second turn-up of nose). “That’s too dark by a shade.”
“Your blue silk.” “That’s too heavy.” “Your pink—” “That’s too light.”
“Wear tulle over satin.” “I can’t endure white.”