"Just so. All the same there's a good deal going on in Paris after
supper."
"So I've always been told," said the Senator, lighting another cigar.
"They've got what you might call characteristic shows here. You see a
lot of life."
"Can you take your ladies?" asked the Senator.
"Well of course you _can_, but I don't believe they would find it
interesting."
"Too much life," said the Senator. "I guess that settles it for me too.
I daresay I'm lacking in originality and enterprise, but I generally ask
myself about an entertainment, 'Are Mrs. and Miss Wick likely to enjoy
it?' If so, well and good. If not, I don't as a rule take it in."
"He's a great comfort that way," remarked momma to Mrs. Malt.
"Oh, I don't _frequent_ them myself," said Mr. Malt defensively.
"Talking of improprieties," remarked Miss Callis, "have you seen the
New Salon?"
There was something very unexpected about Miss Callis; momma complained
of it. Her remarks were never polished by reflection. She called herself
a child of nature, but she really resided in Brooklyn.
The Senator said we had not.
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