begins with, in costume, though it soon leaves it behind--nauseates me.
Comical situation it makes for me, this 'Memorandum,' doesn't
it--turning up this way?"

Ovide replied meditatively: "To lend it, even to me, would seem as
though you sought----"

"It would put me in a false light! I don't like false lights."

"It would mask and costume you."

"Why, not so badly as if I were really in society; as, you know, I'm
not! The only place where any man, but especially a society man, can
properly seek a girl's society is in society. The more he's worthy to
meet her, the more hopelessly--I needn't say hopelessly, but
completely--he's cut off from meeting her any other way. Isn't that a
gay situation? Ha-ha-ha!"

"You would probably move much in society, even Creole society, without
meeting mademoiselle; she has less time for it than you."

"Is that so?"

Cupid, the evening before, had carried a flat, square parcel like a
shop's account-books to be written up under the home lamp. Staring at
Landry, Chester rather dropped the words than spoke them: "Think of it!
The awful pity! For the like of her! Of her! Why, how on earth--?
No, don't tell! I know what I'd think of any other man following in
her wake and asking questions while hard fortune writes her history. A
girl like her, Landry, has no business with a history!"