I should like you to throw away those fancy blouses with the imitation lace, which are ugly to start with, and which you can't afford to have washed often enough, and I should like you to buy some plain linen shirts and collars, a black tie, and a blue serge skirt made so that you could walk in it naturally." Ellen did not at that moment need any rouge, nor any artificial means of lending brightness to her eyes.

What she really seemed to need was something to keep her still.
"Anything else ?" she demanded, unsteadily.
"Some thicker stockings, or, if not thicker, stockings without that open-work stuff about them," Burton continued earnestly, warming now to his task.

"You see, the open-work places have all spread into little holes, and one can't help noticing it, especially as your shoes are such a bright yellow.

That stuff that looks like lace at the bottom of your petticoat has got all draggled.

I should cut it off and throw it away.