But we can manage that too.

There does live a habit-maker in Brussels." "Ladies' habits certainly are made in Brussels," said M.Grascour.

"But if Miss Mountjoy does not choose to trust a Belgian tailor there is the railway open to her.

An English habit can be sent." "Dear Lady Centaur had one sent to her only last year, when she was staying here," said Lady Mountjoy across her neighbor, with two little puffs.
"I shall not at all want the habit," said Florence, "not having the horse, and indeed, never being accustomed to ride at all." "Do tell me what it is that you do do," said Mr.Anderson, with a convenient whisper, when he found that M.Grascour had fallen into conversation with her ladyship.

"Lawn-tennis ?" "I do play at lawn-tennis, though I am not wedded to it." "Billiards?
I know you play billiards." "I never struck a ball in my life." "Goodness gracious, how odd! Don't you ever amuse yourself at all?
Are they so very devotional down at Cheltenham ?" "I suppose we are stupid.