Fascination wished to know if the colour were not called rose-colour? Yes, said Mr. Lammle; actually he knew everything; it was really rose-colour. Fascination took rose-colour to mean the colour of roses. (In this he was very warmly supported by Mr. and Mrs. Lammle.) Fascination had heard the term Queen of Flowers applied to the rose. Similarly, it might be said that the dress was the Queen of Dresses. (“Very happy, Fledgeby!” from Mr. Lammle.) Notwithstanding, Fascination’s opinion was that we all had our eyes⁠—or at least a large majority of us⁠—and that⁠—and⁠—and his farther opinion was several ands, with nothing beyond them.