I see him look anxiously around to make sure that no other dandy sees him in so unfashionable a resort.

The dandy keeps to himself, and eyes us haughtily, for we are too common folk for the like of him.

Traviatas, too, are not wanting in the second-class restaurant.

Sitting by me yesterday was a girl who in times gone by I had often seen driving in a splendid carriage in the Bois.
Her silks and satins, her jewellery and her carriage, had vanished.
There are no more Russian Princes, no more Boyards, no more Milords to minister to her extravagances.

She was eating her horse as though she had been "poor but honest" all her life; and as I watched her washing the noble steed down with a pint of vin ordinaire, I realized the alteration which this siege was effecting in the condition of all classes.