muttered something which was intended to be understood to be a grace.
"But I mean especially the winter," continued Miss Demolines. "I
don't think daylight should ever be admitted at a dinner-table; and
though you may shut out the daylight, you can't shut out the heat.
And then there are always so many other things to go to in May and
June and July. Dinners should be stopped by Act of Parliament for
those three months. I don't care what people do afterwards, because
we always fly away on the first of August."

"That is good-natured on your part."

"I'm sure what I say would be for the good of society;--but at this
time of the year a dinner is warm and comfortable."

"Very comfortable, I think."

"And people get to know each other;"--in saying which Miss Demolines
looked very pleasantly up into Johnny's face.

"There is a great deal in that," said he. "I wonder whether you and I
will get to know each other."

"Of course we shall;--that is, if I'm worth knowing."

"There can be no doubt about that, I should say."

"Time alone can tell. But, Mr. Eames, I see that Mr. Crosbie is a
friend of yours."

"Hardly a friend."

"I know very well that men are friends when they step up and shake
hands with each other. It is the same when women kiss."

"When I see women kiss, I always think that there is deep hatred at
the bottom of it."

"And there may be deep hatred between you and Mr. Crosbie for anything
I know to the contrary," said Miss Demolines.

"The very deepest," said Johnny, pretending to look grave.

"Ah; then I know he is your bosom friend, and that you will tell him
anything I say. What a strange history that was of his marriage!"

"So I have heard;--but he is not quite bosom friend enough with me to
have told me all the particulars. I know that his wife is dead."

"Dead; oh, yes; she has been dead these two years I should say."

"Not so long as that, I should think."

"Well,--perhaps not. But it's ever so long ago;--quite long enough
for him to be married again. Did you know her?"

"I never saw her in my life."

"I knew her,--not well indeed; but I am intimate with her sister,
Lady Amelia Gazebee, and I have met her there. None of that family
have married what you may call well. And now, Mr. Eames, pray look at
the menu and tell me what I am to eat. Arrange for me a little dinner
of my own, out of the great bill of fare provided. I always expect
some gentleman to do that for me. Mr. Crosbie, you