tout than ensemble. Of course nearly the whole house-party were out on the lawn watching the sunset⁠—the only day this month that it’s occurred to the sun to show itself, as Mrs. Nic. viciously observed⁠—and I shall never forget the expression on her husband’s face as we pulled up. “My darling, this is too much!” was his first spoken comment; taking into consideration the state of her toilet, it was the most brilliant thing I had ever heard him say, and I went into the library to be alone and scream. Mrs. Nicorax says I have no delicacy.