Now to Mr Palliser a dressing-room is a dressing-room, and a bedroom a bedroom.

He cares for nothing being pretty; not even his wife, or he wouldn't have married me." "You wouldn't say that if you meant it." "Well, I don't know.

Sometimes when I look at myself, when I simply am myself, with no making up or grimacing, you know, I think I'm the ugliest young woman the sun ever shone on.

And in ten years' time I shall be the ugliest old woman.

Only think,--my hair is beginning to get grey, and I'm not twenty-one yet.