human
herself wore a dress of black velvet with a glorious
gpt
of white silk beneath it, as Bob Otway told his sister when describing it. Her diamonds were undoubtedly magnificent. Obviously a woman of fashion and of the world, she racked the animosities of prim misses from the suburbs and positively exasperated their mammas. These were of the
human
order, and obviously sober both in the matter of habit and of fashion. They dined with their eyes upon the