She had always supported her mother and sister; but now charity became her system.

The following is characteristic: A gentleman who had greatly admired this dashing actress met one day, in the suburbs, a lady in an old black silk gown and a gray shawl, with a large basket on her arm.

She showed him its contents--worsted stockings of prodigious thickness--which she was carrying to some of her _proteges._ "But surely that is a waste of your valuable time," remonstrated her admirer.

"Much better buy them." "But, my good soul," replied the representative of Sir Harry Wildair, "you can't buy them.

Nobody in this wretched town can knit worsted hose except Woffington." Conversions like this are open to just suspicion, and some did not fail to confound her with certain great sinners, who have turned austere self-deceivers when sin smiled no more.