THE BROWN LADY.
We were talking of the sex, the dark and the fair, and "Give me," he said, "a brunette every time. But how seldom one meets them now!"
I expressed surprise at this.
"Yes," he said, "it is so. Plenty of women with dark hair, but not dark skins. The true brunette is very rare."
"I know one," I said; "probably the most perfect brunette in London."
"Young?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Could I—would you take me to see her?" he asked.
"Certainly," I said.