The world was forgiving, to be sure, nor is it probable that either one of this easily-mated pair suffered any loss of public esteem by the union.

Dukes--nay, even Duchesses--were glad to meet Nance, and Royalty allowed her to bask in the sunshine of its gracious approval.
"She was to be seen on the terrace at Windsor, walking with the consorts of dukes, and with countesses, and wives of English barons, and the whole gay group might be heard calling one another by their Christian names." No wonder that the women of fashion, none of them saints, loved Oldfield and winked at the elasticity of her moral ethics.

The dear creature was so bright in conversation, so full of _espieglerie_, and, still more important, she looked so charming in her succession of handsome toilettes, that she could be ever sure of a cordial welcome.
"Flavia," as Steele calls her, "is ever well-dressed, and always the genteelest woman you meet, but the make of her mind very much contributes to the ornament of her body.

She has the greatest simplicity of manners of any of her sex.

This makes everything look native about her, and her clothes are so exactly fitted, that they appear, as it were, part of her person.