Perhaps they are such a curious admixture that you cannot tell at a given moment which side, the simple or the complex, you are touching.

May not there be the deepest of all allegories in Eve standing midway between the innocent apple and the guileful serpent?
I shall have to see more of Carlotta before I can safely explain her to Judith.
At any rate she is no longer attired like an odalisque of the Second Empire, and Mrs.McMurray has saved her from the lamentable errors of taste shown by the female mountebank of sixteenth century France.

My excellent friend safely delivered up an exhausted and bewildered charge at half-past seven last evening, assuring me that her task had been easy, and that her anticipations of it being the day of her life had been fulfilled.

It had been like dressing a doll, she explained, beaming.
An edifying pastime for an adult woman! I did not utter this sentiment, for she would rightly have styled me the most ungrateful of unhung wretches.
Carlotta, then, had followed her about like a perambulatory doll, upon which she had fitted all the finery she could lay her hands on.
Apparently the atmosphere of the great shops had acted on Carlotta like an anaesthetic.

She had moved in a sensuous dream of drapery, wherein the choice-impulse was paralysed.