“I fear, Bella dear,” said Mrs. Lammle one day in the chariot, “that you will be very hard to please.”

“I don’t expect to be pleased, dear,” said Bella, with a languid turn of her eyes.

“Truly, my love,” returned Sophronia, shaking her head, and smiling her best smile, “it would not be very easy to find a man worthy of your attractions.”

“The question is not a man, my dear,” said Bella, coolly, “but an establishment.”