An Exacting Lady
A lady of fashion with a pugdog and a husband entered the train at Paddington the other day. There were in the carriage but two persons, a well-known Professor and his wife; yet the lady of fashion coveted, not indeed his chair, but his seat. “I wish to sit by the window, sir,” she said, imperiously, and he had to move accordingly. “No, sir, that won’t do,” she said, as he meekly took the next place. “I can’t have a stranger sitting close to me. My husband must sit where you are.”
Gentleman’s Magazine.