time at a recess immediately behind one of the high-backed

darling passion, of the nation. Then there were unions of a night,

continual passages of desire, which she lost count of the morning

after, and these sent her touring through the grand restaurants and

on fine days, as often as not, to "Madrid." The staffs of all the

embassies visited her, and she, Lucy Stewart, Caroline Hequet and

Maria Blond would dine in the society of gentlemen who murdered the

French language and paid to be amused, engaging them by the evening

with orders to be funny and yet proving so blase and so worn out

Great!（1）