Ah!
you have got all that over long ago: she has been married six months.
Florry, you are handsomer than ever; and what a beautiful dress! Ah!
London is the place. Real Brussels, I declare," and she took hold of her
friend's lace and gloated on it.
Christopher smiled good-naturedly, and said, "I dare say you ladies have
a good deal to say to each other."
"Oceans," said Rosa.
"I will go and hunt houses again."
"There's a good husband," said Mrs. Cole, as soon as the door closed
on him, "and such a fine man! Why, he must be six feet. Mine is rather
short. But he is very good; refuses me nothing. My will is law."
"That is all right--you are so sensible; but I want governing a little,
and I like it--actually. Did the dressmaker find it, dear?"
"Oh, no! I had it by me. I bought it at Brussels on our wedding tour: it
is dearer there than in London."
She said this as if "dearer" and "better" were synonymous.
"But about your house, Rosie dear?"
"Yes, darling, I'll tell you all about it. I never saw a moire
this shade before. I don't care for them in general; but this is so
distingue."
Florence rewarded her with a kiss.
"The house," said Rosa. "Oh, he has seen one in Portman Street, and one
in Gloucester Place.
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