I was beginning to call for music and wine; soon I should be calling for madder music and more wine.
It was at this time I became aware of waiting with expectancy for the pre-dinner cocktail.

I WANTED it, and I was CONSCIOUS that I wanted it.
I remember, while war-corresponding in the Far East, of being irresistibly attracted to a certain home.

Besides accepting all invitations to dinner, I made a point of dropping in almost every afternoon.

Now, the hostess was a charming woman, but it was not for her sake that I was under her roof so frequently.

It happened that she made by far the finest cocktail procurable in that large city where drink-mixing on the part of the foreign population was indeed an art.