'No. Good-bye. I liked it.' Yet, as she settled herself in her place,
she was not more than half pleased. She liked her superior age only
because it marked a difference between her and the wife of Francis
Sales.

'H'm!' Caroline said when the carriage had turned into the road and
the figures in the doorway had disappeared. 'Pretty, but unformed.'

'They seem very happy,' Sophia said, 'but I do think she ought to have
been wearing black. Her father-in-law has only been dead six months,
and even Francis was not wearing a black tie.'

But if Caroline condemned men in general, she supported them in
particular. 'Quite right, too. Men don't think of these things--and a
black tie with those tweeds! Sophia, don't be silly and sentimental;
but you always were, you always will be.'

'She might have had a white frock with a black ribbon,' Sophia
persisted. 'Why, Rose looked more like our old friend's daughter-in-law.'

'But hardly like a bride,' Rose said. 'And you see, pink is her
colour.'

'So it is, dear. One could see that. Pink and blue, just as they were
mine.' She corrected herself. '_Are_ mine. Our complexions are very
much alike; in fact, she reminded me a little of myself.'

'Nonsense, Sophia! If you had been like that I should have disowned
you. However, she will do well enough for Sales Hall.'