"But my watch has gone quite mad." "It does it every afternoon!" murmured Alice to a girl friend of Nora's who was going with the party.

It was an aside, but plainly heard by Constance--whose cheeks flushed.
She turned appealingly to Herbert Pryce.
"Please carry my waterproof, while I button my gloves." Pryce was enchanted.

As the party left the house, he and Constance walked on together, ahead of the others.

She put on her most charming manners, and the young man was more than flattered.
What was it, he asked himself, complacently, that gave her such a delicate distinction?
Her grey dress, and soft grey hat, were, he supposed, perfect of their kind.

But Oxford in the summer term was full of pretty dresses.