hfeed to go out and dance, or stay at home for poker or chemin-
" What in the world shall I do with her, Jack ? " she sighed to
her chief counsellor.
The chief counsellor opened his lips, answered, " Marry her 1 "
then closed them on a big cigar.
" Of course ! One always marries girls ; how stupid you are I"
said Lady Dolly peevishly.
The counsellor smiled grimly, " And then you will be a grand¬
mother," he said with a cruel relish : he had just paid a bill at a
Iric-Or-hrac shop for her and it had left him unamiable.
" I suppose you think that witty," said Lady Dolly with deli¬
cate contempt. " Well, Helene there is a great-grandmother, and
look at her! "
Helene was a Prussian princess, married to a Eussian minister:
she was arrayed in white with a tender blending about it of all the
blues in creation, from that of a summer sky to that of a lapis
lazuli ring; she had a quantity of fair curls, a broad hat wreathed
with white lilac and convolvulus, a complexion of cream, teeth of
pearl, a luminous and innocent smile; she was talking at the top
of her voice and munching chocolate; she had a circle of young
men round her ; she looked, perhaps, if you wished to be ill-natured,
eight and twenty. Yet a great-grandmother she was, and the
" Almanach de Gotha " said so, and alas ! said her age.
" You won't wear so well as Helene. You don't take care of
yourself," the counsellor retorted, with a puff of smoke between
" What ! " screamed Lady Dolly, so that her voice rose above
the din of all the other voices, the sound of the waves, the click-
clack of the high heels, and the noise of the band. Not take care
of herself!—she!—who had every fashionable medicine that came
out, and, except at Trouville, never would be awakened for any
earthly thing till one o'clock in the day.
" You don't take care of yourself," said the counsellor. " No ;
you eat heaps of sweetmeats. You take too much tea, too much ice,
too much soup, too much wine ; too much everything. You------"
" Oh ! if you mean to insult me and call me a drunkard------!"
said Lady Dolly very hotly, flushing up a little.
" You smoke quite awfully too much," pursued her companion
immovably. " It hurts us, and can't be good for you. Indeed, all
you women would be dead if you smoked right; you don't smoke
right; you send all your smoke out, chattering ; it never gets into
your mouth even, and so that saves you all; if you drew it in, as
we do, you would be dead, all of you. Who was the first woman
that smoked, I often wonder? "
" The idea of my not wearing as well as Helene," pursued Lady
Dolly, unable to forgot the insult. "Well, there are five and
twenty years between us, thank goodness, a'od more! "