AGNES. Dining in a public place?
LUCAS. Why not look your best in a public place?
AGNES. Look my best? You know, I don't think of this sort of garment in
connection with our companionship, Lucas.
LUCAS. It is not an extraordinary garment for a lady.
AGNES. Rustle of silk, glare of arms and throat--they belong, to my
mind, to such a very different order of things from that we have set
up.