"Somebody says there is a possible vice in the purest soul, and it may lie perdu there until old age.

But it will break out some day." Mrs.Waldeaux looked, laughing, at the eager, blushing faces around her.

"It is not likely to break out in us, girls, eh! Really, Clara," she said, in a lower tone, "that seems to me like wasted morality.
Women of our class are in no more danger of temptation to commit great crimes than they are of finding tigers in their drawing-rooms.

Pauline Felix was born vicious.

No woman could fall as she did, who was not rotten to the core." A sudden shrill laugh burst from the French woman, who had been looking at Mrs.Waldeaux with insolent, bold eyes.