are notorious--almost as notorious as Jenny Fancy. Can't I learn
from the newspapers all your sayings and gestures, your
amusements, your occupations, and the toilettes you wear? It is
impossible to read of a first performance at a theatre, or of a
horse-race, without finding your name coupled with that of Jenny
Fancy, or Cora Pearl, or Ninette Simplon. I should be a very
strange husband indeed, if I wasn't proud and delighted. Ah! you
are a treasure to the reporters. On the day before yesterday the
Baroness Trigault skated in the Bois. Yesterday she was driving
in her pony-carriage. To-day she distinguished herself by her
skill at pigeon-shooting. To-morrow she will display herself half
nude in some tableaux vivants. On the day after to-morrow she
will inaugurate a new style of hair-dressing, and take part in a
comedy. It is always the Baroness Trigault who is the observed of
all observers at Vincennes. The Baroness Trigault has lost five
hundred louis in betting. The Baroness Trigault uses her
lorgnette with charming impertinence. It is she who has declared
it proper form to take a 'drop' on returning from the Bois. No
one is so famed for 'form,' as the baroness--and silk merchants
have bestowed her name upon a color. People rave of the Trigault
blue--what glory! There are also costumes Trigault, for the witty,
elegant baroness has a host of admirers who follow her everywhere,
and loudly sing her praises. This is what I, a plain, honest man,
read every day in the newspapers. The whole world not only knows
how my wife dresses, but how she looks en dishabille, and how she
is formed; folks are aware that she has an exquisite foot, a
divinely-shaped leg, and a perfect hand. No one is ignorant of
the fact that my wife's shoulders are of dazzling whiteness, and
that high on the left shoulder there is a most enticing little
mole. I had the satisfaction of reading this particular last