Few women go to milliners and dressmakers for their own pleasure and interest.

When old they never think of adornment.

The next time you meet in the street a young woman stopping for a moment to look into a shop-window, examine her face carefully.

"Will he think I look better in that ?" are the words written on that fair brow, in the eyes sparkling with hope, in the smile that flickers on the lips.
Lady Dudley's ball took place on a Saturday night.

On the following Monday the countess went to the Opera, feeling certain of seeing Raoul, who was, in fact, watching for her on one of the stairways leading down to the stalls.