I hadn't a word to say against a woman who was intimate with every Duchess in the Red Book.

She wasn't the rosebud, but she had been near it.

She had rubbed shoulders with the great, and about these we talked all the evening incessantly, and about the fashions, and about the Court, until bed-time came.
'And are there Snobs in this Elysium ?' I exclaimed, jumping into the lavender-perfumed bed.

Ponto's snoring boomed from the neighbouring bed-room in reply..