"
"Camellia was a most attractive girl," said I.
"You mean her clothes were most attractive," amended the Skeptic. "They
even befuddled me for a few brief hours, as I remember--till I
discovered that not all is gold that----"
"You didn't discover that yourself," the Philosopher reminded him. "We
had to do it for you. You don't mind our recalling his temporary
paralysis of intellect?" he questioned Hepatica suddenly. "It was all
your fault, anyhow, for retiring to the background and allowing the
fireworks to have full play."
Hepatica smiled. The Skeptic put out his hand and got hold of hers and
drew it over to his knee, where he retained it. "She knows I never
swerved a point off my allegiance to her," he declared with confidence.
"Do you suppose," suggested Hepatica, "if the Judge and Camellia were to
lose all their money and had to come down to living in a little home
like this, it would help things any?"
The Skeptic shook his head. The Philosopher shook his, thoughtfully.
"It's too late," said the latter.
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