That man is foolish who shows himself jealous of a woman's memories or tokens--those guarantees of her womanliness.
When Lady Dargan saw the ribbon, which Gaston in his hurry had not disturbed, tied exactly as she had tied it, a weird feeling came to her, and she felt choking.

But her sister's eyes were on her, and Mrs.
Gasgoyne's voice came across the table clearly: "Sophie, what were Fred Bideford's colours at Sandown?
You always remember that kind of thing." The warning was sufficient.

Lady Dargan could make no effort of memory, but she replied without hesitation--or conscience: "Yellow and brown." "There," said Mrs.Gasgoyne, "we are both wrong, Captain Maudsley.
Sophie never makes a mistake." Maudsley assented politely, but, stealing a look at Lady Dargan, wondered what the little by-play meant.

Gaston was between Sir William and Mrs.Gasgoyne.He declined soup and fish, which had just been served, because he wished for time to get his bearings.

He glanced at the menu as if idly interested, conscious that he was under observation.