"Well, you're a pretty girl," said Madame Beattie, dropping her lorgnon.
Her lorgnon seemed to follow his every expression like a searchlight.
Inside a lady was sitting, and she looked at me through a lorgnon.
She was reading a letter, holding her lorgnon up to her painted eyes.
"I shall tell her, of course," said Mrs. Tresslyn, and lifted her lorgnon.
For an instant ...