IN A WINTER CITY. 189
not like people to differ with her. "Joshua E.
Postiche wUl never dream of being asked to
shoot your wUd ducks or your partridges. All he
wants is that you should just be seen going up
his staircase, and drinking his champagne.
Society is fuU of Postiches: low people, with a
craze for entertaining high people. They don't
care how we insult them, nor how we laugh at
them, provided om' cards Ue in the bowl in thefr
haU. We take them at their own valuation, and
treat them as we treat the waiters at SpiUman's
or Doney's; we have paid the biU with our cards."
" That is to say, we have paid with our names
—which should represent all the honour, dignity,
and self-respect that we have inherited, and are
bound to maintain, for our own sakes and for
those who may come after us."
"Oh, mon Dieu, quel grand s6rieuxl" cried
the Princess, impatiently. "But, of course, if
you've been sitting with HUda you have got more
stiff-necked than ever. What do you say,
HUda? Isn't it Ul-natured of him? He need
only walk in, bow once to the woman, and look
on at the edge of the baU-room for twenty