
By one who knew this charming goddess worshipped at her shrine.
Flossie, A Venus of Fifteen
Chapter Two. 'How Flossie acquired the French tongue.'
'Before I begin, Jack, I should like to hold something nice and solid in my hand, to sort of give me confidence as I go on. Have you got anything about you that would do!'
I presented what seemed to me the most suitable article 'in stock' at the moment.
'Aha!' said Flossie in an affected voice, 'the very thing! How very fortunate that you should happen to have it ready!'
'Well, madam, you see it is an article we are constantly being asked for by our lady-customers. It is rather an expensive thing-seven pound ten-'
'Yes, it's rather stiff. Still, if you can assure me that it will always keep in its present condition, I shouldn't mind spending a good deal upon it.'
'You will find, madam, that anything you may spend upon it will be amply returned to you. Our ladies have always expressed the greatest satisfaction with it.'
'Do you mean that you find they come more than once? If so, I'll take it now.'
'Perhaps you would allow me to bring it myself-?'
'Thanks, but I think I can hold it quite well in my hand. It won't go off suddenly, will it?'
'Not if it is kept in a cool place, madam.'
'And it mustn't be shaken, I suppose, like that, for instance?' (Shaking it.)
'For goodness gracious sake, take your hand away, Flossie, or there'll be a catastrophe.'
