“You are right; I can just see the difference. But ’tis very slight!”

Miss Betty peeped over their shoulders.

“Gracious, what an eye you must have! I can detect no difference.” Her eye ran along the row of silks laid out on my lord’s white satin leg.

“ Mr. Carr,” said Diana suddenly, “I want to ask you something⁠—something that has been puzzling me.”

“Faith, what is it, Miss Beauleigh?”

“Just this: why did you call Mr. Everard M. le Duc?”