He was on the point of cutting into the conversation and disposing of the matter himself when he realised that Emily was neither gaining colour nor losing it, but was looking honestly into her Grace's eyes with just a touch of ingenuous regret.
"It was stockings," she said.

"There were some marked down to one and elevenpence halfpenny at Barratt's.

They were really _quite_ good for the price.

And you wanted four pairs.

And when I got there they were all gone, and those at two and three were not the least bit better.