for Mrs. Hammon is very much alive, to say nothing of her
daughters. I dare say they'll hear about this supper, which won't
improve conditions at home. Now, we both had to come to this
Oriental orgy, and, since neither of us enjoys it, let's be
natural, at least. I haven't slept lately, and I'm not patient
enough to be polite."

"It's a bargain. I'll try to be as disagreeable as you are," said
Lorelei; and Mr. Merkle signified his prompt acquiescence. He lit
a huge monogrammed cigarette, pushed aside his hors d'oeuvres, and
reluctantly turned down his array of wine-glasses one by one.

"Can't eat, can't drink, can't sleep," he grumbled. "Stewed prunes
and rice for my portion. Waiter, bring me a bottle of vichy, and
when it's gone bring me another."

The diners had arranged themselves by now; the supper had begun.
Owing to the nature of the affair, there was a complete absence of
the stiffness usual at formal banquets, and, since the women were
present in quite the same capacity as the performers who were
hired to appear later on the stage, they did not allow the moments
to drag. A bohemian spirit prevailed; the ardor of the men, lashed
on by laughter, coquetry, and smiles, rose quickly; wine flowed,
and a general intimacy began. Introductions were no longer
necessary, the talk flew back and forth along the rim of the rose-
strewn semicircle.