He's twenty years younger already.

Here, take this seat alongside of me where you can keep him in order--they were at table when I entered.

Waiter, bring back that bottle--Just a light claret, Major--all we allow ourselves." As the evening wore away the charm of the room grew upon me.

Vistas hazy with tobacco smoke opened up; the ceiling lost in the fog gave one the impression of out-of-doors--like a roof-garden at night; a delusion made all the more real by the happy uproar.

And then the touches here and there by men whose life had been the study of color and effects; the appointments of the table, the massing of flowers relieving the white cloth; the placing of shaded candles, so that only a rosy glow filtered through the loom, softening the light on the happy faces--each scalp crowned with chaplets of laurel tied with red ribbons: an enchantment of color, form and light where but an hour before only the practical and the commonplace had held sway.
No vestige of the business side of the offices remained.