Mrs. O.—­“Not by any means, Miss Hawkins!  French society is much more elegant—­much more so.”

Laura—­“I am sorry to hear that.  I suppose ours has deteriorated of late.”

Mrs. O.—­“Very much indeed.  There are people in society here that have really no more money to live on than what some of us pay for servant hire.  Still I won’t say but what some of them are very good people—­and respectable, too.”

Laura—­“The old families seem to be holding themselves aloof, from what I hear.  I suppose you seldom meet in society now, the people you used to be familiar with twelve or fifteen years ago?”

Mrs. O.—­“Oh, no-hardly ever.”

Mr. O’Riley kept his first rum-mill and protected his customers from the law in those days, and this turn of the conversation was rather uncomfortable to madame than otherwise.

Hon. Mrs. Higgins—­“Is Francois’ health good now, Mrs. Oreille?”

Mrs. O.—­(Thankful for the intervention)—­“Not very.  A body couldn’t expect it.  He was always delicate—­especially his lungs—­and this odious climate tells on him strong, now, after Parry, which is so mild.”

Mrs. H:—­“I should think so.  Husband says Percy’ll die if he don’t have a change; and so I’m going to swap round a little and see what can be done.  I saw a lady from Florida last week, and she recommended Key West.  I told her Percy couldn’t abide winds, as he was threatened with a pulmonary affection, and then she said try St. Augustine.  It’s an awful distance—­ten or twelve hundred mile, they say but then in a case of this kind—­a body can’t stand back for trouble, you know.”

Mrs. O.—­“No, of course that’s off.  If Francois don’t get better soon we’ve got to look out for some other place, or else Europe.  We’ve thought some of the Hot Springs, but I don’t know.  It’s a great responsibility and a body wants to go cautious.  Is Hildebrand about again, Mrs. Gashly?”

Mrs. G.—­“Yes, but that’s about all.  It was indigestion, you know, and it looks as if it was chronic.  And you know I do dread dyspepsia.  We’ve all been worried a good deal about him.  The doctor recommended baked apple and spoiled meat, and I think it done him good.  It’s about the only thing that will stay on his stomach now-a-days.  We have Dr. Shovel now.  Who’s your doctor, Mrs. Higgins?”

Mrs. H.—­“Well, we had Dr. Spooner a good while, but he runs so much to emetics, which I think are weakening, that we changed off and took Dr. Leathers.  We like him very much.  He has a fine European reputation, too.  The first thing he suggested for Percy was to have him taken out in the back yard for an airing, every afternoon, with nothing at all on.”

Mrs. O. and Mrs. G.—­“What!”

Mrs. H.—­“As true as I’m sitting here.  And it actually helped him for two or three days; it did indeed.  But after that the doctor said it seemed to be too severe and so he has fell back on hot foot-baths at night and cold showers in the morning.  But I don’t think there, can be any good sound help for him in such a climate as this.  I believe we are going to lose him if we don’t make a change.”