You all like your horrid fuzzy tweeds and worsteds too well!" "You speak with feeling.

One would almost suspect that you already had tried to bring about a reform--and failed.

Perhaps Mr.Cyril, now, or Mr.Bertram--" Arkwright stopped with a whimsical smile.
Billy flushed a little.

As it happened, she had, indeed, had a merry tilt with Bertram on that very subject, and he had laughingly promised that his wedding present to her would be a velvet house coat for himself.

It was on the point of Billy's tongue now to say this to Arkwright; but another glance at the provoking smile on his lips drove the words back in angry confusion.