whole Jardin Mabille appearance of the place, quickly took the cue from him, and said, sotto voce, to Gladys,—
"Shocking bad taste; don't you think so, dear?"
"I had not thought about it," said Gladys, frankly. "There is perhaps a little too much of it, but you know I am rather barbaric in my taste and like all sorts of gay-colored things."
The majority of the guests were of Gladys's opinion, and on the arrival of Mrs. Fallow-Deer the whole company—some sixty souls—sat down to meat in high spirits and with excellent appetites. Meat, did I say? Ay, and to fish of every sort, and game,—all that there was in or out of season,—shell fish, too, from the beatific little neck clam to the rubicund lobster, pâtés and game pies, galantines and roast fowls, Mayonnaises, Lyonnaises, fry'on'aiseys, mushrooms, jellies, ices, blanc-manges, fruits, cakes, wines, cordials, and finally, by way of a saving grace, coffee.
