--_Arthur Christopher Benson._
"'_Be it ever so humble_,'" quoted the Skeptic under his breath to me,
"'_there's no place like_----'"
Hepatica turned and gave him a smiling look which nevertheless conveyed
warning. He needed it. The Skeptic was in a mad and merry mood to-night,
and no glance shot at him which, being interpreted, meant that we were
under our hosts' roof, had thus far been of avail. "We are not under
their roof," he argued defiantly, in reply to one of these silent
remonstrances. "This isn't their roof. This is the roof of the Hotel
Amazon. That's a very different thing. So different that if I lived
under it I'd----"
But the Promoter was approaching us again, with the news that dinner
had just been announced as served. He immediately led the way with me,
Hepatica followed with the Philosopher, and Althea and the Skeptic
brought up the rear. It was on the great staircase that the Skeptic,
pausing to gaze upward, at a command from the Promoter, who had just bid
him observe certain mural decorations done by the distinguished hand of
some man of whom I fear none of us had ever heard, murmured the
well-known words concerning the humble home.
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