She became as much of a celebrity as any woman with a character and without a position "in society" can become.
If she were counterfeiting a type, enough of the original Mrs.Nevill Tyson remained to give her own supernatural _naeivete_ to the character.
Stanistreet was completely puzzled by this new freak; it looked like recklessness, it looked like vanity, it looked--it looked like an innocent parody of guilt.

He had given in to her whim, as he had given In to every wish of hers, but he was not quite sure that he liked the frankness, the publicity of the thing.

He wondered how so small a woman contrived to attract so large a share of attention in a city where pretty women were as common as paving-stones.

Perhaps it was partly owing to the persistence and punctuality of her movements: she patronized certain theatres, haunted certain thoroughfares at certain times.

She had an affection for Piccadilly, a sentiment for Oxford Circus, and a passion for the Strand.