"But folly is as often justified of her children as wisdom and two years after young Mrs. Beaufort's marriage it was admitted that she had the most distinguished house in New York. No one knew exactly how the miracle was accomplished. She was indolent passive the caustic even called her dull; but dressed like an idol hung with pearls growing younger and blonder and more beautiful each year she throned in Mr. Beaufort's heavy brown-stone palace and drew all the world there without lifting her jewelled little finger. The knowing people said it was Beaufort himself who trained the servants taught the chef new dishes told the gardeners what hot-house flowers to grow for the dinner-table and the drawing-rooms selected the guests brewed the after-dinner punch and dictated the little notes his wife wrote to her friends. If he did these domestic activities were privately performed and he presented to the world the appearance of a careless and hospitable millionaire strolling into his own drawing-room with the detachment of an invited guest and saying: "My wife's gloxinias are a marvel aren't they? I believe she gets them out from Kew."