He had bowed to convention to the extent of wearing evening clothes, but they were not of correct cut, and did not fit well, and he wore an absurd tie of soft silk, of his favourite light green hue, which gave him the appearance of a caricature.
However, the two were most affable and agreeable, and their soft, low voices murmured pleasantries suitable to the occasion.
At dinner the conversation turned on the approaching Christmas celebration of the Cosmic Centre.
"What a funny name," said Channing.

"Sounds like a small village in New England." "So it does," returned Sam Blaney, taking the jest in good part.

"But we call our club that modest little name because we think ourselves the centre of the Universe." "I always admire self-respect," said Mr.Fairfield, smiling; "I hold that a man or a club with full appreciation of self-merit can't go far wrong." "And Cosmic Centre is so very expressive," said Channing.

"I don't see how you could have well found anything more inclusive." "Mrs.Fairfield calls you the Cosmickers," put in Patty, smiling at Nan.
"And a very good name," agreed Alla.

"Cosmickers sounds a bit like picknickers, and often that's what we are." "What is your real end and aim ?" asked Mr.Fairfield, seriously.
"Advancement of beauty and appreciation of art," replied Alla, looking thoughtful and a little affected.
"Interpretation of beauty," amended her brother.