I'm sure she practices as she preaches.

Did you see her at Mrs.Clinton's last night.
She behaved more outrageously than ever.

She sat on the stairs all through supper, looking like a demure yellow cat with two bouquets in her paws--and I know Lord Dunbeg sent one of them;--and she actually let Mr.French feed her with ice-cream from a spoon.

She says she was showing Lord Dunbeg a phase, and that he is going to put it into his article on American Manners and Customs in the Quarterly, but I don't think it's nice, do you, Mr.Carrington?
I wish Madeleine had her to take care of.

She would have enough to do then, I can tell her." And so, gently prattling, Miss Sybil returned to the city, her alliance with Carrington completed; and it was a singular fact that she never again called him dull.