The slimness of her figure and a grace of movement which was particularly hers obtained her at last a situation as a mannequin in the show-rooms of a modiste.

She took a room on the top floor of a house in the Rue St.Honore and settled down to a hard and penurious life.
"I was not happy or contented--no," said Celia frankly and decisively.
"The long hours in the close rooms gave me headaches and made me nervous.

I had not the temperament.

And I was very lonely--my life had been so different.

I had had fresh air, good clothes, and freedom.