Ethel. Now, I would call you a perfect brunette, dear.
Maud. How funny! Why, I'm just exactly your complexion.
Ethel. Oh, my love, only reflect—my hair is yellow and my eyes are blue!
Maud. I know, dearest, but you have an olive skin.
Newcome (who has been patiently holding up the greens at the risk of breaking his arms). There, ladies! I am sure we have a selection of shades in these greens that must suit the most fastidious.
Ethel. They are beautiful!
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Maud. Lovely!
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Newcome (warmly, and much encouraged by the ladies having taken seats). Oh, I can always tell at a glance what will suit a customer. Now, what you desire is not the common grade of colorings, but something elegant and yet not conspicuous—like this new reed-green, for example.