on to his means.

On the next night, when there was a ball at the room, Miss Ethel chose
to appear in a toilette the very grandest and finest which she had
ever assumed, who was ordinarily exceedingly simple in her attire,
and dressed below the mark of the rest of the world. Her clustering
ringlets, her shining white shoulders, her splendid raiment (I believe
indeed it was her court-dress which the young lady assumed) astonished
all beholders. She errased all other beauties by her appearance; so much
so that Madame d'Ivry's court could not but look, the men in admiration,
the women in dislike, at this dazzling young creature. None of the
countesses, duchesses, princesses, Russ, Spanish, Italian, were so fine
or so handsome. There were some New York ladies at Baden as there are
everywhere else in Europe now. Not even these were more magnificent than
Miss Ethel. General Jeremiah J. Bung's lady owned that Miss Newcome
was fit to appear in any party in Fourth Avenue. She was the only
well-dressed English girl Mrs. Bung had seen in Europe. A young German
Durchlaucht deigned to explain to his aide-de-camp how very handsome he
thought Miss Newcome. All our acquaintances were of one mind. Mr. Jones
of England pronounced her stunning; the admirable Captain Blackball
examined her points with the skill of an amateur, and described them
with agreeable frankness. Lord Rooster was charmed as he surveyed her,
and complimented his late companion-in-arms on the possession of such a
paragon. Only Lord Kew was not delighted--nor did Miss Ethel mean that
he should be. She looked as splendid as Cinderella in the prince's
palace. But what need for all this splendour? this wonderful toilette?
this dazzling neck and shoulders, whereof the brightness and beauty
blinded the eyes of lookers-on? She was dressed as gaudily as an actress
of the Varietes going to a supper at Trois Freres. "It was Mademoiselle
Mabille en habit de coeur," Madame d'Ivry remarked to Madame
Schlangenbad. Barnes, who with his bride-elect for a partner made a
vis-a-vis for his sister and the admiring Lord Rooster, was puzzled
likewise by Ethel's countenance and appearance. Little Lady Clara looked
like a little schoolgirl dancing before her.

One, two, three, of the attendants of her Majesty the Queen of Scots
were carried off in the course of the evening by the victorious young
beauty, whose triumph had the effect, which the headstrong girl perhaps
herself anticipated, of