Why, in May we came through all the way from Rome to Paris without sleeping--that is, without sleeping in a bed--and we were upset three times out of the sledges coming over the Simplon.

It was such fun! Why, I wasn't to say tired even then." "All the way from Rome to Paris!" said Mrs Proudie--in a tone of astonishment, meant to flatter the heiress--"and what made you in such a hurry ?" "Something about money matters," said Miss Dunstable, speaking rather louder than usual.

"Something to do with the ointment.

I was selling the business just then." Mrs Proudie bowed, and immediately changed the conversation.
"Idolatry is, I believe, more rampant than ever in Rome," said she; "and I fear there is no such thing at all as Sabbath observance." "Oh, not in the least," said Miss Dunstable, with rather a joyous air; "Sundays and week-days are all the same there." "How very frightful!" said Mrs Proudie.
"But it's a delicious place.

I do like Rome, I must say.