130 IN A WINTER CITY.
quite gi'ant you: oysters and Maurices and co-
tUlon and poker are so very easy to be got——**
" And men like women who like them!"
" That I grant too; poker and cotUlons
don't exact any very fine manners, and men
nowadays always like to be, metaphorically, in
thefr smoking-coats. Only you see we are not
always aU constituted of the same fortunate dis¬
position ; poker and cotUlons only bore me.
You should think it my misfortune not my fault.
I am sure it must be charming to drink a quan¬
tity of champagne, and whfrl round Uke a South-
sea islander, and play pranks that pass in a
palace though the poUce would interfere in a
dancing garden, and be found by the sun drink¬
ing soup at a supper-table: I am sure it must be
quite delightful. Only you see it doesn't amuse
me ;—no more than scrambling amongst a pack
of cards flung on thefr faces, which you say is
deUghtful too; or keeping a Maurice in your
pocket, like your cigar-case and yom* handker¬
chief, which you say is most delightful of aU.
But good bye, my dear, we shall quarrel if we
talk much longer like this; and we must not