Amid grass, and flowers, and charitable deeds." This day had not come.

It was in the zenith of her charms and her fame that she went home one night after a play, and never entered a theater, by the front door or back door, again.

She declined all leave-taking and ceremony.
"When a publican shuts up shop and ceases to diffuse liquid poison, he does not invite the world to put up the shutters; neither will I.
Actors overrate themselves ridiculously," added she; "I am not of that importance to the world, nor the world to me.

I fling away a dirty old glove instead of soiling my fingers filling it with more guineas, and the world loses in me, what?
another old glove, full of words; half of them idle, the rest wicked, untrue, silly, or impure.

_Rougissons, taisons-nous, et partons."_ She now changed her residence, and withdrew politely from her old associates, courting two classes only, the good and the poor.