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His wife looked at me admiringly. "Yes, sir," said she, "and I wish it

was the fashion for gentlemen to dress something like that every day.

But I will say, sir, that if you don't want people to be staring at

you, and will just wrap that gown round you so that the lining won't

be seen, you won't look so much out of the way."

As I walked along the smooth, hard driveway I adopted the suggestion

of the gardener's wife; but as I approached the house, and saw that

even the broad piazza was lighted by electric lamps, I was seized with

the fancy to appear in all my glory, and I allowed my capacious robe

to float out on each side of me in crimson brightness.

The gentleman stood at the top of the steps. "I have been waiting for

you, sir," said he. He looked as if he were about to offer me his

hand, but probably considered this an unnecessary ceremony under the

circumstances. "Would you like to retire to your room, sir, or would

you prefer--prefer sitting out here to enjoy the cool of the evening?

Here are chairs and seats, sir, of all variety of comfort. My family

and I frequently sit out here in the evenings, but to-night the air is

a little damp."

I assured the gentleman that the air suited me very well, and that I

would prefer not to retire so early; and so, not caring any longer to

stand in front of the lighted doorway, I walked to one end of the

piazza and took a seat.

"We haven't yet--that is to say, we are still at the table," he

remarked, as he followed me; "but if there is anything that you would

like to have, I should be--"

I interrupted him by declaring that I had supped heartily and did not

want for anything in the world, and then, with some sort of an

inarticulate excuse, he left me. I knew very well that this nervously

correct personage had jumped up from his dinner in order that he might

meet me at the door and thus prevent my unconventional attire from

shocking any of the servants.

It was very quiet and pleasant on the piazza, but, although I could

hear that a great deal of talking was going on inside, no words came

to me. In a short time, however, a man-servant in livery came out

upon the piazza and approached me with a tray on which were a cup of

coffee and some cigars. I could not refrain from smiling as I saw the

man.