Her glance roams down the room.

"Just look at Mrs.
Bethune and 'The Everlasting,'" says she.

_"Aren't_ they going it?
And for once the fair Bethune is well-gowned." "Yet I hear she is very hard up at present," says a woman near her.
"What eyes she has!" "I was told she made her own gowns," says another, laughing.
"Pouf!" says Mrs.Chichester.

"That's going a trifle too far.

One may make the garment that covers one--I'm sure I don't know, but I've heard it--but no one ever made a _gown_ except a regular clothes woman--a modiste." "And, for the matter of that, hers is beautiful.