conversation, â€¢which Kimberly broke by telling of his last trip to London.
"Yes," said he, "I spent in London an intoxi- cating -week; and, ladies, I -witnessed a unique thing. I attended a ritual dinner which the great poet, John-Giotto Farfadetti, gave to some friends to celebrate his betrothal to the â– wife of his dear Frederic-Ossian Pinggleton."
"How exquisite that must have been! " minced the Countess Fergus.
"You cannot imagine," answered Kimberly, whose look and gestures, and even the orchid that adorned the button-hole of his coat, expressed the most ardent ecstasy.
And he continued:
"Fancy, my dear friends, in a large hall, whose blue walls, though scarcely blue, are decorated with white peacocks and gold peacocks, â€” fancy a table of jade, inconceivably and delightfully oval. On the table some cups, in which mauve and yellow bonbons harmonized, and in the centre a basin of pink crystal, filled with kanaka preserves . . . and nothing more. Draped in long white robes, we slowly passed in turn before the table, and we took, upon the points of our golden knives, a little of these mysterious preserves, which then we carried to our lips . . . and nothing more."
" Oh! I find that moving," sighed the countess, " so moving! "