Percival stared at the Russian for a moment and then observed: "I don't think you can say that of the French or the English, Madame." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Quite true.

But the French and the English, Mr.Percival, are decadent races," she said coolly, as if there were nothing more to be said on the subject.

"Please, Mademoiselle," she went on, briskly, "will you not let me see how you have prepared his hands?
I mean, how have you,--is it right to say fixed them ?" "Dressed them, you mean, Madame Obosky." "I see.

First you undress them, then you dress them, is it not so ?" Ruth Clinton laughed.