The Cupps thought their tall, well-built lodger something of a beauty, and when they had helped her to dress for the evening, baring her fine, big white neck and arms, and adorning her thick braids of hair with some sparkling, trembling ornaments, after putting her in her four-wheeled cab, they used to go back to their kitchen and talk about her, and wonder that some gentleman who wanted a handsome, stylish woman at the head of his table, did not lay himself and his fortune at her feet.
"In the photograph-shops in Regent Street you see many a lady in a coronet that hasn't half the good looks she has," Mrs.Cupp remarked frequently.

"She's got a nice complexion and a fine head of hair, and--if you ask _me_--she's got as nice a pair of clear eyes as a lady could have.

Then look at her figure--her neck and her waist! That kind of big long throat of hers would set off rows of pearls or diamonds beautiful! She's a lady born, too, for all her simple, every-day way; and she's a sweet creature, if ever there was one.

For kind-heartedness and good-nature I never saw her equal." Miss Fox-Seton had middle-class patrons as well as noble ones,--in fact, those of the middle class were far more numerous than the duchesses,--so it had been possible for her to do more than one good turn for the Cupp household.

She had got sewing in Maida Vale and Bloomsbury for Jane Cupp many a time, and Mrs.Cupp's dining-room floor had been occupied for years by a young man Emily had been able to recommend.