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wrapped in her sables, and thought she would go
out;—it was just twelve o'clock.
Looking out of the window she saw a lady all
sables like herself, going also out of the hotel to a
coupe, the image of her own.
"Who is that?" she asked of her favourite
" That is Mdlle. Lea, MUadi," said the maid.
" She came last night. She has the suite
" How dare you mention her ? " said the Lady
The Uttle accident fiUed up the measure of her
disgust. MdUe. Jenny Lea was a young lady who
had seduced the affections of an Emperor, three
archdukes, and an imtold number of the nobUity
of aU nations; she was utterly imeducated, in¬
conceivably coarse, and had first emerged from a
small drinking shop in the dens of Whitechapel;
she was the rage of the moment, having got a
needy Uterary hack to write her autobiography,
which she published in her own name, as
" Aventures d'une Anglaise ; ** the book had no
decency, and as little wit, but it professed to show