Splendid weather, Colonel Corfe.' 'Superb toilettes!' The colonel eyed Mrs.Blathenoy dilatingly, advanced, bowed, and opened the siege.
She decided a calculation upon his age, made a wall of it, smilingly agreed with his encomium of the Concert, and toned her voice to Fenellan's comprehension: 'Did it occur recently ?' 'Months; in Africa; I haven't the date.' 'Such numbers of people one would wish to know! Who are those ladies holding a Court, where Mr.Radnor is ?' 'Lady Carmine, Lady Swanage--if it is your wish ?' interposed the colonel.
She dealt him a forgiving smile.

'And that pleasant-looking old gentleman ?' Colonel Corfe drew-up.

Fenellan said: 'Are we veterans at forty or so ?' 'Well, it 's the romance, perhaps!' She raised her shoulders.
The colonel's intelligence ran a dog's nose for a lady's interjections.
'The romance ?...

at forty, fifty?
gone?
Miss Julinks, the great heiress and a beauty; has chosen him over the heads of all the young men of his time.

Cranmer Lotsdale.