The things we do!

The barefooted
business may suit superstitious ages and gentlemen of Alcantara, but does
not become Mayfair and the nineteenth century. If St. Pedro walked the
earth now with his eyes to the ground he would know fashionable divines
by the way in which they were shod. Charles Honeyman's is a sweet foot. I
have no doubt as delicate and plump and rosy as the white hand with its
two rings, which he passes in impassioned moments through his slender
flaxen hair.
A sweet odour pervades his sleeping apartment--not that peculiar and
delicious fragrance with which the Saints of the Roman Church are said to
gratify the neighbourhood where they repose--but oils, redolent of the
richest perfumes of Macassar, essences (from Truefitt's or Delcroix's)
into which a thousand flowers have expressed their sweetest breath, await
his meek head on rising; and infuse the pocket-handkerchief with which he
dries and draws so many tears. For he cries a good deal in his sermons,
to which the ladies about him contribute showers of sympathy.


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