My gray silk, Rose." "I like that dress." "Do you?
Then the moment I reach home after losing you I shall put it on, and it shall be my constant wear.

I see; you are right; gray becomes a wife whose husband is not dead, but is absent, and alas! in hourly danger." "Now look at that!" cried Raynal to the company.

"That is her all over: she can see six meanings where another would see but one.

I never thought of that, I swear.

I like modest colors, that is all.