It is quite another to see something of the wonderful life which those live who are at war with society." I looked around the room once more.

Again I realized the difference between this gathering of well-dressed men and women and any similar gathering which I had seen in Paris.

The faces of all somehow lacked that tiredness of expression which seems to be the heritage of those who drink the cup of pleasure without spice, simply because the hand of Fate presses it to their lips.

These people had found something else.

Were they not, after all, a little to be envied?
They must know what it was to feel the throb of life, to test the true flavor of its luxuries when there was no certainty of the morrow.