Baroness. When a woman comes to me for a gown, I don't measure body, why should I? I measure her mind. I find her color harmony. In a moment I can tell whether she ought to wear scarlet, mauve, taupe, magenta, or any other color, so as to fall into her proper rhythm. Every one has a rhythm, you know. [Pendleton sits on sofa.] But I don't have to explain all this to you, Mr. Pendleton. You understand it intuitively. This heliotrope you are wearing shows me at once that you are in rhythm.
Pendleton [thinks of Margaret]. I'm not so sure that I am. What you say interests me. May I ask you a question?
Baroness. Yes, but I may not answer it.
Pendleton. Why do you wear heliotrope and the same shade as mine?
Baroness [with mock mystery]. You mustn't ask me that.
Pendleton. I'm all curiosity.
Baroness. Curiosity is dangerous.
Pendleton. Supposing I try to find out?
Baroness. That may be even more dangerous.
Pendleton. I'm fond of that kind of danger.