“Pardon me; I am afraid that colour would not suit you.”
Mrs. Bingham was a stout woman with a ruddy complexion.
“One colour costs no more than another?”
“No, madam: twelve guineas; that silk is expensive. Will you not take a seat?”
“I am afraid you will find twelve guineas too much for anybody here. Have you nothing cheaper?”
Mrs. Fairfax produced some patterns and fashion-plates.
“I suppose the gown in the window is your own make?”
“My own make and design.”
“Then you are not beginning business?”
“I hope I may say that I thoroughly understand it.”