'Countess de Lazy-Lazy, I think.' The Countess, had she been listening, would have cared little for accusations on that head.

Idlesse was fashionable: exquisite languors were a sign of breeding; and she always had an idea that she looked more interesting at dinner after reclining on a couch the whole of the afternoon.

The great Mel and his mate had given her robust health, and she was able to play the high-born invalid without damage to her constitution.

Anything amused her; Rose's album even, and the compositions of W.H., E.H., D.F., and F.L.The initials F.L.

were diminutive, and not unlike her own hand, she thought.