\"Probably there'll be nobody at Mrs. Carfry's—London's a desert at this season, and you've made yourself much too beautiful,\" Archer said to May, who sat at his side in the hansom so spotlessly splendid in her sky-blue cloak edged with swansdown that it seemed wicked to expose her to the London grime.
\"I don't want them to think that we dress like savages,\" she replied, with a scorn that Pocahontas might have resented; and
\"Probably there'll be nobody at Mrs. Carfry's—London's a desert at this season, and you've made yourself much too beautiful,\" Archer said to May, who sat at his side in the hansom so spotlessly splendid in her sky-blue cloak edged with swansdown that it seemed wicked to expose her to the London grime.
\"I don't want them to think that we dress like savages,\" she replied, with a scorn that Pocahontas might have resented; and
