The hair was high-rolled and powdered, in it two nodding white plumes; she wore a yellow brocade gown strangely cut, long black mitts on her hands, which waved a huge fan coquettishly at a man-a creature in the costume of Goldsmith's day-who stood near her, bowing low. On his head was a wig, powdered and in queue, his face a mask of paint and powder and patches. He was clad in a huge waistcoat, long coat, knee breeches and hose-_blue_ hose-upon his comely legs! Putting out his hand toward Helen's, he said with sickening affectation, seizing her hand and raising it to his lips: "It's high time we were off to Montague's, my fair H.

P. 'Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites!'" For an instant a very ancient and honorable desire to enter that room and violently change the face of several things dominated the listening husband; that he did not marked the high tide of his nervous breakdown. A sudden reaction, common to the neurasthenic, swept over him, and his soul withdrew in anguish from the sickening horror of the discovery.