I know, of course, they are F.F.C.'s, and all the rest of it, but if I ever drove up to the Club House in Burlingame in the morning and saw you sitting on the veranda smoking and drinking gin fizzes--" "You never will! I could not swallow a gin fizz, or any nasty mixed drink.

And although I have had my cigarette after meals ever since I was fifteen, I never smoke in public." "I confess I cannot see you in the picture that rose for some perverse reason in my mind; but--well, you really are too young to go about so much without your husband--" "I am always chaperoned to the large affairs.

Mrs.Gwynne takes me to the Fairmont to-night." "I know.

But scandal is bred in the marrow of San Francisco.

Its social history is founded upon it, and it is almost a matter of principle to replace decaying props.