"'Wise judges are we of each other!' You ought to see my bills; that music-stand over there is full of them! That's the place I always keep them in—I'm naturally tidy, it's one of my virtues. I had to turn out Chopin's Mazurkas yesterday to make room for some more. I only came to Paris because people don't write you so many abusive letters when they have to pay two-pence-halfpenny postage. Oh, I'm comfortable enough in a fashion, but I've my worries like my neighbours. I suppose I'm extravagant, but I can't help it. Besides, I'm not! Do you think I'm extravagant?"
He looked at her, and nodded, smiling.
"No," she said, "not really? Why?"
"Heavens! you haven't the illusion that you're economical? I believe you spend a small fortune on cabs alone."
"I don't spend a solitary franc on one when I'm not alone."
"You never walk, so far as I can ascertain——"
"No; not so far as that, but I toddle a bit."
"Your champagne is above criticism, and you dress like—like an angel. The simile is bad——"
"And improper. Go on; what other faults have I? I like to know my friends' opinion of me."
"'If to her share some human errors fall——'" he murmured.