Half bohemians.
Josephine was an artist.

In Paris she was a friend of a very fashionable dressmaker and decorator, master of modern elegance.

Sometimes she designed dresses for him, and sometimes she accepted from him a commission to decorate a room.

Usually at her last sou, it gave her pleasure to dispose of costly and exquisite things for other people, and then be rid of them.
This evening her dress was a simple, but a marvellously poised thing of black and silver: in the words of the correct journal.

With her tight, black, bright hair, her arched brows, her dusky-ruddy face and her bare shoulders; her strange equanimity, her long, slow, slanting looks; she looked foreign and frightening, clear as a cameo, but dark, far off.
Julia was the English beauty, in a lovely blue dress.