"And is it so rare for a woman to walk well, in your city, that one who does, becomes famous?"
"Ah, but when you see her walk, you won't ask that question. She walks splendidly; and what is very wonderful, she knows it; and, knowing it, what is perhaps still more wonderful, she walks a great deal. She generally goes down town about this time. If we keep watch, we shall see her."
In a few minutes he exclaimed, "There she goes, there she goes!"
"Indeed, and that is your wonderful Mrs. W——e? She don't handsome much. Eyes sunken, complexion dark, nose—well, her nose is preposterous, mouth coarse,—but, she does, yes, she does walk splendidly." I pushed out my head and watched her as she went down the street.
STILL ANOTHER WOMAN WHO WALKED WELL.
We arrived at the Morley House about two o'clock in the afternoon. It was my first visit to London. While in the dining-room, I made one of those table acquaintances so common among travellers.
He asked:—
"Shall you visit one of the theatres this evening?"
"I hadn't thought of it; what is there worth seeing?"
"Have you ever seen Mrs. Charles Kean, Ellen Tree that was?"