He said it was.

"Don't you think it's that dressing-case that does it? Lends an
air of distinction to the rest. Bucks it all up, as it were,
eh?"

Before he could reply:

"So you're down for the week-end too," said a voice I should have
recognized amid the hubbub of the heavenly choir. " Staying at
Watereaton?

It was she.

Such a pretty girl. Very fair, very blue eyes, a beautiful skin,
and- yes, a dimple. She was wearing a long, fur coat, while a
little black felt hat with a ghost of a brim leaned exquisitely
over one of the blue eyes. Her hands were plunged into deep
pockets, but a pair of most admirable legs more than made good
the deficit.

I sighed.

"Disappointed?" she said.

"Not in you- you're beautiful. But in myself. Yes, I shall
resign."

"Resign?"