It is the Sistine, you know," says the Prince, as he sees that the waiter pours wine for Mrs.Plumer.
The Prince forgets to mention that it is not the engraving which usually hangs there.

Usually it is a pretty-colored French print representing "Lucille," a young woman who has apparently very recently issued from the bath.

Indeed there is a very choice collection of French prints which the young men sometimes study over their cigars, but which are this evening in the port-folio, which is not in sight.
The waiters move very softly.

The wants of the guests are revealed to them by being supplied.

Quiet, elegance, luxury prevail.
"Really, Mr.Newt"-- it is Mrs.Plumer, of New Orleans, who speaks--"you have created Paris in Grand Street!" "Ah! madame, it is you who graciously bring Versailles and the Tuileries with you!" He speaks to the mother; he looks, as he ends, again at the daughter.
The daughter for the first time is in the sanctuary of a bachelor--of a young man about town.