"You are exceedingly kind," said Lady Gwendolyn, she of the very easily gratified vanity. She placed a gloved hand very lightly on his to stand upright again and began rearranging the folds of her shawl. "I should so hate to dirty it; my father was good friends with one of the local Indian princes of Kashmir and His Highness was kind enough to give me this one as a present some years back. Would you be so kind as to told it on as I re-pin it?"