But when was she ever again to know the taste of coffee! Never before had she sat face to face with such an uninteresting menu.
But she devoured it--opening the tin of salmon after great effort with the knife--devoured it every bit.

Then she noticed the newspaper in which the provisions had been wrapped.

It was part of that day's, Sunday's, "Record," and it was the illustrated supplement.

This she unfolded, and before her eyes stood a big-lettered title, "Annual Exodus of Society Leaders," and in the queenly place in the center of the page was her own portrait by M.Dubois.
Her eyes wandered up to the original, which was dimly illumined by the rays of her one candle.

What poise, what breeding, what calm, imperturbable dignity! Then her gaze came back to her be-crumbed tea-table, with the kitchen knife and the raggedly gaping can.