mean to say that this trait constitutes exactly a peculiarity.
My brother-in-law and I were very good friends. He proposed that I should accompany him to the theatre, and afterward be his guest, for he was to entertain Coralie at supper.
"But where?" I asked with a smile.
"There is an excellent restaurant where I have a private room," he confessed.
"And they don't know you?"
"Of course they know me."
"I mean, where they would be willing to know neither you nor me."
"Oh, I see what you mean. That's all right."
So I went with William Adolphus. Several men whom I knew were present, among them Wetter and M. le Vicomte de Varvilliers, second secretary of the French Embassy and a mirror of fashion. We were quite informal. Varvilliers sat on my left and employed himself in giving me an account of my right-hand neighbour Coralie. I listened absently, for the sight of Wetter had stirred other thoughts in my mind. I had not yet spoken to Coralie; my brother-in-law monopolized her.
"I ought to speak to her, I suppose?" I said to Varvilliers at last.
"A thousand pardons for engrossing your Majesty!" he cried. "Yes, I think you should."
William Adolphus' voice flowed on in the account of a match between one of his horses and one of somebody else's. I turned to follow Varvilliers' advice; rather to my surprise, I found Coralie's eyes fixed on me with an appearance of faint amusement. She began to address me without waiting for me to say anything.
