A SECOND-RATE WOMAN.
On we drift: where looms the dim port?
One, Two, Three, Four, Five contribute their quota:
Something is gained if one caught but the import,
Show it us, Hugues of Saxe-Gotha."
—Master Hugues of Saxe-Gotha.
"DRESSED! Don't tell me that woman ever dressed in her life. She stood in the middle of the room while her ayah—no, her husband—it must have been a man—threw her clothes at her. She then did her hair with her fingers, and rubbed her bonnet in the flue under the bed. I know she did, as well as if I had assisted at the orgie. Who is she?" said Mrs. Hauksbee.
"Don't!" said Mrs. Mallowe feebly. "You make my head ache. I'm miserable to-day. Stay me with fondants, comfort me with chocolates, for I am Did you bring anything from Peliti's?"
"Questions to begin with. You shall have the sweets when you have answered them. Who and what is the creature? There were at least half-a-dozen men round her, and she appeared to be going to sleep in their midst."
"Delville," said Mrs. Mallowe, "'Shady' Delville, to distinguish her from Mrs. Jim of that ilk. She dances as untidily as she dresses I believe, and her husband is somewhere in Madras. Go and call, if you are so interested."
"What have I to do with Shigramitish women? She merely caught my attention for a minute, and I wondered at the attraction that a dowd has for a certain type of man. I expected to see her walk out of her clothes—until I looked at her eyes."
"Hooks and eyes, surely," drawled Mrs. Mallowe.
"Don't be clever, Polly. You make my head ache. And round this hayrick stood a crowd of men—a positive crowd!"
"Perhaps they also expected"
