"I haven't a thread of point-lace to match."

    "Your brown

     moire antique

    "—"Yes, and look like a Quaker."

    "The pearl-colored"—"I would, but that plaguy dressmaker

    Has had it a week." "Then that exquisite lilac,

    In which you would melt the heart of a Shylock;"

    (Here the nose took again the same elevation)—

    "I wouldn't wear that for the whole of creation."

    "Why not? It's my fancy, there's nothing could strike it

    As more

     comme il faut

    "—"Yes, but, dear me, that lean

    Sophronia Stuckup has got one just like it,

    And I won't appear dressed like a chit of sixteen."

    "Then that splendid purple, the sweet Mazarine;

    That superb

     point d'aiguille

    , that imperial green,

    That zephyr-like tarletan, that rich

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