CHAPTER XI.
THE CITY STUDIO "I'm quite anxious to see this paragon of a poet," said Nan, as she sat in Patty's room one evening.
Patty was dressing for the party at the Blaneys', and Sam was coming to take her.
"You'll like him, Nan, you can't help it.

He is most interesting,--not a bit like other men.

And they have such delightful people at their parties.

They do big things, you know,--really big." "Such as what ?" "Oh, they sing, and play on unusual instruments,--zitherns and lutes----" "That doesn't sound so awfully wonderful." "No; I suppose not.

But it's the _way_ they do it,--and the--the atmosphere, you know, and the general exalted effect----" "The what ?" "Oh, I don't know how to express it so you'll understand,--but I like it all.