It’s a lake among precipices, and there is a little inn where we can stay, and sit and eat our dinner at a pleasant table that looks upon the lake. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. "Hear! hear!" vociferated Quilt. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. And not only so, but that it was after all, a more systematic and particular method of examining just the same questions that underlay the discussions of the Fabian Society, the talk of the West Central Arts Club, the chatter of the studios and the deep, the bottomless discussions of the simple-life homes. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. I do not believe that there has ever lived a really great actress whose moral character from the ordinary point of view would bear inspection. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over.
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