All the way down I fancied that you might be wearing blue." A slight air of reserve which she had carefully prepared for him, faded away.

What was the use?
He was such an extraordinary person! It was not possible to measure him by the usual standards.

She was obliged to smile.
"You find blue--becoming ?" "Adorable," he replied, fervently.

"I have dreamed of you in blue.

You wore blue only the night before last, when I wrote my little sketch of 'The Pavements of Bond Street on a Summer Afternoon.'" She pointed to the journal which lay at her feet.
"I recognized myself, of course," she declared, trying to speak severely.