“Not till I have had a talk with you, chère amie . 120 I know where you have been spending your vacation, and how you have commenced sacrificing to the graces, and enjoying life like any other belle. I saw you at the concert the other night, dressed, actually, like anybody else. Who is your tailleuse ?”

“Tittle-tattle; how prettily it begins! My tailleuse !⁠—a fiddlestick! Come, sheer off, Ginevra. I really don’t want your company.”