She had marvellous beauty and a devilish disposition.

She ran away, lived a wild life in Paris, and became the mistress of a Russian Grand Duke.

Her death----" He could not have told why he stopped.

Mrs.Waldeaux still watched him, attentive, but the sympathetic smile had frozen into icy civility.
She had the old-fashioned modesty of her generation.

What right had this young man to speak of "mistresses" to her?
Clara's girls within hearing too! She rose when he paused, bowed, and hurried to them, like a hen fluttering to protect her chicks.
"He was talking to me of a woman," she said excitedly to Clara, "who is never mentioned by decent people." "Yes, I heard him," said Miss Vance.