Therecameapauseinthecourses。Helookedathercritically。
Shewasveryhandsomelydressedinawalkingcostumeofdove-colouredgrey。Theostrichfeatherswhichdroopedfromherlargehatwerealmostpriceless。Shehadtheundeniableairofbeingapersonofbreeding。Butshewaspalereventhanusual，herhair，notwithstandingitscarefularrangement，gavesignsofbeingalittlethininfront。Therewerewrinklesatthecornersofhereyes。Sheknewthesethings，butsheborehisinspectionwithindifference。
“Iwonder，“hesaidreflectively，“whatwemenseeinyou。Youhaveplentyofadmirers。TheysaythatGreftongothimselfshotoutatthefrontbecauseyoutreatedhimbadly。Yet-youarenotmuchtolookat，areyou？“
Shelaughedathim。Herswasneverapleasantlaugh，butthistimeitwasatleastnatural。
“Howdiscriminating，“shedeclared。“Iamanuglywoman，andmenoftasteusuallypreferuglywomen。ThenIamalwayswelldressed。