at least for him: Mrs. Felix Lorraine was already there.
"I congratulate Mr. Grey," said the lady as she extended him a finger, "on being an early riser. Nothing is so vulgar as getting up late, Oh! what a pretty morning gown that is! and how nice your hair curls! and that velvet stock! why I declare you're quite a taste in costume? but it does not set quite right. There, that's better," said Mrs. Lorraine, adjusting the stock for him, "not much beard yet, I see; you must take care to have one before you're a—privy counsellor."
"I rejoice," said Vivian, "that I can in return sincerely compliment you on your own good taste in costume. That buckle is, of course, fresh from Berlin, or—Birmingham—it's all the same, you know, at least at Howell and James's; and of all things in the world, what I most admire, are your black velvet slippers! But, where s the Marquess?"
