Ah!' she sighed, 'there were many such when I was a Girl, and in particular I recall one dear old Countess who was not to be convinced until I, fervid with Truth, had finally so floored her in every capacious Room of that dear ancestral Home, that I knew to a Button, how every Ticking was made! And what a lack of Art there is in the Upholstery Trade, for that they do not finish off the under Parts of Sofas and Chairs with anything like Elegance showered upon that Portion which comes to the Eye! There should,' she added, with a touch of that committee strain which flowed in a deep wide Stream in her Sister, 'be Trade for Contacts, guarding that on which the Lesbian Eye must, in its March through Life, rest itself. Then one had to lure them to the Breast, and now,' she said, 'You have to smack them, back and front to ween them at all! What joy has the missionary,' she added, her Eyes narrowing and her long Ears moving with Disappointment, 'when all the Heathen greet her with Glory Halleluja! before she opens her Mouth, and with an Amen! before she shuts it! I would,' she said, 'that there were one Woman somewhere that one could take to task for Lethargy.

'In my day,' said Dame Musset, and at once the look of the Pope, which she carried about with her as a Habit, waned a little, and there was seen to shine forth the Cunning of a Monk in Holy Orders, in some Country too old for Tradition, 'in my day I was a Pioneer and a Menace, it was not then as it is now, chic and pointless to a degree, but as daring as a Crusade, for where now it leaves a woman talkative, so that we have not a Secret among us, then it left her in Tears and Trepidation. A nice long quote to show how great this is:

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