The things we do!

He saw by chance Ethel, escorted by her cousin Lord Kew, passing
through a crowd of this company one day. There was not one woman there
who was not the heroine of some discreditable story. It was the Comtesse
Calypso who had been jilted by the Duc Ulysse. It was the Marquise Ariane
to whom the Prince Thesee had behaved so shamefully, and who had taken to
Bacchus as a consolation. It was Madame Medee, who had absolutely killed
her old father by her conduct regarding Jason: she had done everything
for Jason: she had got him the toison d'or from the Queen Mother, and now
had to meet him every day with his little blonde bride on his arm! J. J.
compared Ethel, moving in the midst of these folks, to the Lady amidst
the rout of Comus. There they were the Fauns and Satyrs: there they were,
the merry Pagans: drinking and dancing, dicing and sporting; laughing out
jests that never should be spoken; whispering rendezvous to be written in
midnight calendars; jeering at honest people who passed under their
palace windows--jolly rebels and repealers of the law.


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