Who would have known from
your appearance as you sat there gorging with the rest, that you were
inwardly protesting, and greatly preferred the simple life? Don't
flatter yourself that you had the aspect of an ascetic. There were
moments during that meal when any unprejudiced observer who didn't know
you would have sworn that you were deeply gratified that no other
engagement had prevented you from dining in your favourite haunt."
"Don't throw stones," retorted the Skeptic. "I saw you when you caught
sight of some particularly prosperous looking people at another table
and bowed convivially to them as one who says, 'You here, too? Of
course. Our set, you know!'"
"Quits!" admitted the Philosopher. "Well then--it's the ladies who did
succeed in looking like visitants from another world."
This was rather poetical for the Philosopher, and of course it led us to
wonder wherein he thought we differed. Hepatica asked anxiously if she
really had looked so very old-fashioned in the white evening frock which
had been three times made over.
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