Look at your own cuff.' 'By Jove, yes! It's worse than yours.

I don't think we've much altered in anything.

Let's see, though.' He looked at Maisie critically.

The pale blue haze of an autumn day crept between the tree-trunks of the Park and made a background for the gray dress, the black velvet toque above the black hair, and the resolute profile.
'No, there's nothing changed.

How good it is! D'you remember when I fastened your hair into the snap of a hand-bag ?' Maisie nodded, with a twinkle in her eyes, and turned her full face to Dick.
'Wait a minute,' said he.