"Rubies!! For God's sake Johan-ma..." (Johanna was horribly conscious of having somehow dropped a brick), "Rubies. No! No! With your eyes Johanna you should wear sapphires: sapphires of a rich cornflower blue."
Johanna purred. Her eyes she had always feared were a little "washy, "Do you really think so?"
do emphatically, And et He hesitated raising his eye-glass ánd surveying her. "Hum."
"What do you mean?"
*Sapphires are very tricky, specially by night. You, need the best L Johanna. Yes, by Gad, only the best."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.