"Fancy a man thinking of that!" she exclaimed.

"Herbert, you astonish me." He laughed uneasily.

"I don't know how I came to think of it--unless it is that she wears the same dress every day.

Very neat; but (perhaps I'm wrong) a little shabby too." "Upon my word, you pay Miss Westerfield a compliment which you have never paid to me! Wear what I may, you never seem to know how _I_ am dressed." "I beg your pardon, Catherine, I know that you are always dressed well." That little tribute restored him to his place in his wife's estimation.
"I may tell you now," she resumed, with her gentle smile, "that you only remind me of what I had thought of already.

My milliner is at work for Miss Westerfield.