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Updated: July 17, 2025
They look as if they had just stepped out of a fashion-book, and lack the careless ease which makes an English gentleman look as if his clothes belonged to him, and not he to his clothes. In the morning wear frock coats, double-breasted waistcoats, and trousers of light or dark colours, according to the season.
But Spinks was destined to serve the object of his infatuation in yet another way. It was in the second spring after Rickman's engagement. Flossie and Ada were in the drawing-room one half hour before dinner, putting their heads together over a new fashion-book. "Shouldn't wonder," said Miss Bishop, "if you saw me coming out in one of these Gloriana coats this spring. I shall get a fawn.
"Indeed, Edward," said she, "I'll do anything you think right. And I'm sure I wouldn't read anything improper myself, much less let the children. And as to the Milliner and Mantuamaker you need not be afraid of that coming into the house unless I send for it. Mrs. St. John is always promising to lend me the fashion-book, but she never remembers it."
Eventually, her survey ended in this remark, "And he can go out of town as well, and keep a brougham for his wife, and draw them daughters of his out like figures in a fashion-book, and my poor sister's child living in a two-pair lodging." "I fear, Miss Blake," I ventured, "that something is the matter at River Hall." "You fear, do you, young man?" she returned.
Teata, with all the arrogance of the acclaimed beauty, walked first, wearing a tight-fitting gown with insertions of fishnet, evidently copied from some stray fashion-book. She wore it as her only garment, and through the wide meshes of the novel lace appeared her skin, of the tint of the fresh-cooked breadfruit.
It was more like a plate from a fashion-book than a scene from Scripture history. True, some small attempt at imparting 'local colour' and air of truth to the thing was just discernible.
"Hush! you must not talk while they are singing!" "Tiens! it is no pleasure to come out and be dumb. But do just see the lady in the opposite box! She looks exactly as if she had walked out of a fashion-book." "My dear child, I don't care one pin to look at her," said I, preferring to keep as much out of sight as possible. "To admire your pretty face is enough for me."
"We should have been gone the last half-hour." The Honorable Mary looks up from her Parisian fashion-book, and glances from the window with a smile. "Restrain your impatience, Gwendoline," she answers. "Here comes Lady Portia now." A minute later the door is flung wide by a tall gentleman in plush, and Lady Portia Hampton sweeps in.
She pulled her skirts together and patted a little place on the couch. "Come along and sit by me and tell me why you're being naughty." But, standing by the window, he suddenly flung his arm across his eyes. "Oh," he said, "I can't. I'm done I'm spent I'm smashed." Silence in the room. The fashion-book fell to the floor with a quick rustle of leaves.
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