It was inconceivable that her father, who had loved her, should wish her to embark on a life that would obviously be one of unhappiness.
For how could she keep up with the sophisticated society in which the Marquis moved?
She was sure that he was almost a ringleader of those in the pleasure-seeking Capital who sought amusement twenty-four hours a day and had no time for anything else.
She remembered reading in one of the newspapers, which the Headmistress of her school would not have approved of the girls perusing, a review of the Season written by an obviously exhausted critic,
“We are in a Parisian Paradise or a Parisian Hell. Every night since January the first has been spent in festivals, spectacles, concerts and dances. It is a perpetual coming-and-going, a constant to-ing and fro
