“Six, madam, single width, or three double.”
Her mistress addressed Peregrine.
“D’you hear?” she demanded.
“Yes, but I don’t understand. What is a single width?”
“They’ll know in the shop.”
“All right,” said Peregrine. “What’s the stuff called?”
Humanity was insisting that Pickford should intervene.
“I can easily go, madam. Now that I’ve done your dress——”
“That will do,” said her mistress, bristling.
Pickford withdrew.