- way yearns and schemes for a whole column of the
same kind. When simple country girls read the amazing items of the "toilettes" worn by some notorious "demi-mondaine," they begin to wonder how it is she has such things, and to speculate as to whether they will ever be able to obtain similar glorified apparel for themselves. And so the evil grows, till by and by it becomes a pernicious disease, and women look superciliously at one another, not for what they are, but merely to estimate the quality and style of what they put on their backs. Virtue goes to the wall if it does not wear a fashionable frock. Vice is welcomed everywhere if it is clothed in a Paris "creation." Nevertheless, Ben Jonson's lines still hold good:
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powder'd, still perfumed:
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
"All is not sweet, all is not sound," when women think little or nothing of ordering extravagant costumes which they well know they will never be able to pay for, unless through some dishonourable means, such as gambling at Bridge for example. Madame Modiste is quite prepared for such an exigency, for she does not forget to show "creations" in clothes which, she softly purrs, are "suitable for Bridge parties." They may possibly be called—"The Tricky Trump"—or "The Dazzling of a Glance too long" or "The Deft Impress of a Finger nail"! One never knows!
Any amount of fashion papers find their way into
