Quality In Our Society

We have known Mrs. C. of Fifth avenue for some years, and duriug her annual vi8it to London have iruproved the acquaintance of this charming little lady. She has all the fascination of the attractive American woman. She is surprised and apparently deligbted to see us, inquires hovv long we have been over and thinks it "too bad" that we have not been sooner to cali. She is dispensing afternoon tea to a young man whom she introduoes. His name is familiar as that of a family of millionaires, and as such is entitled to respect. He is quiet and reserved, bows low to each of us in turn and talks in a subdued voice through his even, white teeth. Only a tone here, an infleotion there, betray the fact that he is an American. His phrases are carefully chosen and are rather superlativo - curiously in contrast with the quietness and apathy of his voice and wanner. I take him to be a type of the society man. Mrs. G. is also a type. Her vivacity is contagious and her conversatiou uuflagging. She passes lightly from one subject to another. Everythiug she says is worth listening to. They are both as different from ordinary middle class Americans as are the English upper classes distinct from the lower. It is a study in human nature that people speaking the same language, living in the same city, influenced by the same feelings, should be, in all things, so utterly dissimilar as those who conipose society and those who do not. It is not