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THE PRISONER OF ZENDA.
"He prefers yours, maybe? " I suggested.
"I meant, sir, in a man," she answered, with a coquettish glance.
"What," asked I, taking hold of the other side of the candlestick, "does color matter in a man?"
"Nay, but I love yours—it's the Elphberg red."
"Color in a man," said I, "is a matter of no more moment than that!" and I gave her something of no value.
"God send the kitchen door be shut!" said she.
"Amen!" said I, and left her.
In fact, however, as I now know, color is sometimes of considerable moment to a man.
