She was not exasperated with Gerald in particular just now, but with everything and everybody, herself included, and the fact that he liked to flirt flagrantly with Lady Pickering did not move her more than usual.

It was not a particular but a general irritation that edged her voice a little as she said, drawing her black scarf more closely round her shoulders, 'Frances must satisfy you there.

Your tastes, I think, are becoming more and more dishevelled.' But innocent Gerald answered with a coal of fire: 'No, she is too dishevelled.

You satisfy my tastes there entirely; you flow, but you don't flop.

Now if Miss Jakes would only try to dress like you she'd be immensely improved.