These social triumphs were delightful; but, alas! the fair Lalla was _Joie de rue, douleur de maison_, and her aunt, who smiled so complacently in public when congratulated on her young relative’s social successes, knew in her heart that that same relative had proved a delusion and a cruel fraud. Fanny had been _much_ cleverer than she supposed in passing on a veritable infliction--a very base little counterfeit coin. It was true that Fanny had not actually lied in her description. Lalla was good-looking, _piquante_, accomplished, and even-tempered; but an uneven temper would have been far easier to cope with. When remonstrated with, or spoken to sharply, the young lady merely smiled. When desired not to do such and such a thing, she did it--and smiled. When her aunt, on rare occasions, lost her temper with her, she positively beamed. She never attempted to argue, but simply went her own way, as steadily obdurate as a whole train of commissariat mules. She was distinctly forbidden to go to Sunday picnics, but went to them nevertheless. She was requested not to sit in “kala juggas” (dark corners) at balls. Mrs. Langrishe might have saved her breath, for at balls, if she happened by chance to glance into one, she was almost certain to see some young man in company with her incorrigible niece, who would nod at her with a radiant expression, and laughingly refuse to go home. Poor Mrs. Langrishe! she could not make a scene. Lalla, crafty Lalla, was well aware that her aunt would patiently submit to any private indignity sooner than the world should suspect that her niece was wholly out of hand, and that she could not manage her. Miss Paske traded comfortably on this knowledge, until she nearly drove her stately chaperon crazy. The young lady was determined to be amused, and to make the best of life, and possibly to marry well. She treated herself in her aunt’s house as an honoured and distinguished guest--ordered the servants about, upset existing arrangements, and asked men constantly to lunch or tea, or--oh, climax!--dinner. If remonstrated with, she merely remarked, with her serene, bewitching smile-- “Oh, but, darling”--she always called Mrs. Langrishe “darling,” even at the most critical moments--“I always did it at Aunt Fanny’s! she never objected; _she_ was so hospitable.” She gave no assistance in the house, and usually sat in her own room curling her fringe, studying her parts, or writing letters. Her chief intimate was Mrs. Dashwood, who had been on the stage, and the men of the theatrical set; and she blandly informed her horrified chaperon that she had been considered the fastest girl in India, and gloried in the distinction. “In Calcutta they called me ‘the sky-scraper,’” she added, with a complacent laugh.