You could have secured a splendid London outfit by a little time spent in making the detour." "I wish to appear en Francaise, my true character," smiled Berthe.

"I never could sacrifice my Gaelic taste to the hideous color mixtures and utilitarian ugliness of the English machine-made toilette.

An Englishwoman can only be trusted with a blue serge, a plain gray traveling dress, or in the easy safety of black or white.

They are not the 'glass of fashion and the mold of form.' Now, Sir, let me see how you have profited by your wandering in Beauty's gardens on the Indus and Ganges ?" Alan Hawke knew very well at heart what the quickwitted woman would know.

He sketched with grace, the natural features, the climatic conditions, the bizarre scenery of the million and a half square miles where the venerable Kaisar-i-Hind rules nearly two hundred millions of subjugated people.