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Lesbia was inclined to remonstrate. She did not admire the description
of the costume, she would rather have something less outrageous.
'Outrageous! It is only original,' exclaimed her chaperon. 'If Chaumont
wears it you may be sure it is perfect.'
'But on the stage, by gaslight, in the midst of unrealities,' argued
Lesbia. 'That makes such a difference.'
'My dear, there is no difference nowadays between the stage and the
drawing-room. Whatever Chaumont wears you may wear. And now let us think
of the second day. I think as your first costume is to be nautical, and
rather masculine, your second should be somewhat languishing and
_vaporeux_. Creamy Indian muslin, wild flowers, a large Leghorn hat.'
'And what will Miladi herself wear?' asked the French woman of Lady
Kirkbank. 'She must have something of new.'
'No, at my age, it doesn't matter. I shall wear one of my cotton frocks,
and my Dunstable hat.'
Lesbia shuddered, for Lady Kirkbank in her cotton frock was a spectacle
at which youth laughed and age blushed. But after all it did not matter
to Lesbia.


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