Mrs.Cholmondeley--her _chaperon_--a gay, fashionable lady, invited her whenever she had company at her own house, and sometimes took her to evening-parties at the houses of her acquaintance.

Ginevra perfectly approved this mode of procedure: it had but one inconvenience; she was obliged to be well dressed, and she had not money to buy variety of dresses.

All her thoughts turned on this difficulty; her whole soul was occupied with expedients for effecting its solution.

It was wonderful to witness the activity of her otherwise indolent mind on this point, and to see the much-daring intrepidity to which she was spurred by a sense of necessity, and the wish to shine.
She begged boldly of Mrs.Cholmondeley--boldly, I say: not with an air of reluctant shame, but in this strain:-- "My darling Mrs.C., I have nothing in the world fit to wear for your party next week; you _must_ give me a book-muslin dress, and then a _ceinture bleu celeste_: _do_--there's an angel! will you ?" The "darling Mrs.C." yielded at first; but finding that applications increased as they were complied with, she was soon obliged, like all Miss Fanshawe's friends, to oppose resistance to encroachment.

After a while I heard no more of Mrs.Cholmondeley's presents; but still, visiting went on, and the absolutely necessary dresses continued to be supplied: also many little expensive _etcetera_--gloves, bouquets, even trinkets.