The dinner itself I cannot describe, for the sufficient reason that I
cannot now recall one solitary thing I ate. But the impression remains
with me that it was really an extraordinarily simple dinner, that
everything was delicious, and that one rose up from it with a sense of
having been daintily fed, not stuffed. I'm sure I could not pay it a
higher or a rarer compliment.
After dinner the Promoter told stories of "deals," to which the
Professor listened curiously, watching the speaker as he might have
gently eyed some strange specimen in the world of insects or of birds.
The Judge and the Cashier hobnobbed for a while; then the Judge made his
way to the side of Wistaria and remained there for an indefinite period,
both looking deeply interested in their conversation. The Engineer
attempted to make something of Althea, but presently gave it up, spent a
few moments with Camellia, and came back to me. By and by Azalea and the
Cashier sang a duet for us, and after some persuasion Azalea then sang
alone. Altogether, the evening got on somehow--it is all very hazy in my
mind, except for one singular fact--I did not spend a moment with the
Philosopher.
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