It will brighten you up." "Dutch courage! Thank you: I prefer my present moroseness." "But you are not morose, Nelly." "Oh, stuff, Marian! Dont throw away your amiability on me.

Here comes your new friend with refreshments.

I wonder was he ever a waiter?
He looks exactly like one." After this the conversation flagged.

Mrs.Fairfax grew loquacious under the influence of sherry, but presently a reaction set in, and she began to yawn.

Miss McQuinch, when her turn came, played worse than before, and the audience, longing for another negro melody, paid little attention to her.