But they belonged to a set which looked on social triumphs as a downfall that one allows oneself.
The two men, Lilly and Struthers, were artists, the former literary, the latter a painter.

Lilly sat by Josephine in the front of the box: he was her little lion of the evening.
Few women can sit in the front of a big box, on a crowded and full-swing opera night, without thrilling and dilating.

There is an intoxication in being thus thrust forward, conspicuous and enhanced, right in the eye of the vast crowd that lines the hollow shell of the auditorium.

Thus even Josephine and Julia leaned their elbows and poised their heads regally, looking condescendingly down upon the watchful world.

They were two poor women, having nothing to do with society.