For the rest of the evening she sat spell-bound.

The exiguity of costume in the ballet caused her indeed to glance in a frightened sort of way at Mrs.
McMurray, who reassured her with a friendly smile, but the music and the maze of motion and the dazzle of colour soon held her senses captive, and when the curtain came down she sighed like one awaking from a dream.
As we drove home, she asked me: "Is it like that all day long?
Oh, please to let me live there!" A nice English girl of eighteen would not flaunt unconcerned about my drawing-room in a shameless dressing-gown, and crinkle up her toes in front of me; still less would she tell me outrageous stories; but she will wear low-necked dresses and gaze at ladies in tights without the ghost of an immodest thought.

I was right when I told Carlotta England was Alexandretta upside-down.

What is immoral here is moral there, and vice-versa.

There is no such thing as absolute morality.