I guess that the woman possessing it would be a torment to her belongings if they happened not to suit her.
And, my hat!--if you made her jealous!" "Was she handsome ?" asked Lodge.
Geoffrey shrugged his shoulders.
"Must have been--probably--when she was ten years younger." "And she possessed this bag ?" mused Buntingford--"which she or some one bought at Florence--for I've discovered the address of a shop in it--Fratelli Cortis, Via Tornabuoni, Firenze.

You didn't find that out, Helena." He passed the bag to her, pointing out a little printed silk label which had been sewn into the neck of it.

Then Vivian Lodge asked for it and turned it over.
"Lovely work--and beautiful materials.

Ah!--do you see what it is ?"--he held it up--"the Arms of Florence, embroidered in gold and silver thread.

H'm.