little these good people knew of what they could do with their money.
They had in their hands a weapon of infinite range and yet were
incapable of firing a shot for themselves. They had a sort of social
humility; it appeared never to have occurred to them that, added to
their loveliness, their money gave them a value. This used to strike
George Flack on certain occasions when he came back to find them in the
places where he had dropped them while he rushed off to give a turn to
one of his screws. They never played him false, never wearied of
waiting; always sat patient and submissive, usually at a cafe to which
he had introduced them or in a row of chairs on the boulevard, on the
level expanse of the Tuileries or in the Champs Elysees.

He introduced them to many cafes, in different parts of Paris, being
careful to choose those which in his view young ladies might frequent
with propriety, and there were two or three in the neighbourhood of
their hotel where they became frequent and familiar figures. As the late
spring days grew warmer and brighter they mainly camped out on the
"terrace," amid the array of small tables at the door of the
establishment, where Mr. Flack, on the return, could descry them from
afar at their post and in the very same postures to which he had
appointed them. They complained of no satiety in watching the many-
coloured movement of the Parisian streets; and if some of the features
in the panorama were base they were only so in a version that the social
culture of our friends was incapable of supplying. George Flack
considered that he was rendering a positive service to Mr. Dosson:
wouldn't the old gentleman have sat all day in the court anyway? and
wasn't the boulevard better than the court? It was his theory too that
he nattered and caressed Miss Francie's father, for there was no one to
whom he had furnished more copious details about the affairs, the
projects and prospects, of the Reverberator. He had left no doubt in the