The Pursuit of the House-Boat

use-boat, they were loath to think of ever having to give it up again, and it is an open question in my

this," said Elizabeth, with a vicious stroke of a billiard-cue, which mi

give my beloved Bassanio a piece of my mind; and if he doesn't give in to

hat as the biggest joke he ever wrote, and Judge Blackstone observed to Antony that the decision wouldn't have held in any court of equity outside of Venice. If you owe a man a thousand ducats, and it costs you three thousand to get them, that's your affair, not

d play, though, if it had g

atra. "I'm half sorry it didn't go on, and I'm sure it wouldn't have been any worse than compelling Brutus t

glad I did it,

eopatra. "If you hadn't done it, you'd

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t," returned Portia, nervously; for, like most women in an adva

harm. Sir Walter and I were upset, while out rowing one day last summer, by the waves kicked up by one of Charon's excursion steamers going up the river with a party of picnickers from the city-the Greater Gehenna Chowder Club, I believe it was-on board of her. One might just as well live in the midst of the turmoil of a great city as try to get unint

intellectually elect. On the one hand you'd find Sophocles; on the other, Cicero; across the room would be Horace chatting gayly with some such person as myself. Great warriors, from Alexander to Bonaparte, were there, and glad of the opportunity to be there, too; statesmen like Macchiavelli; artists like Cellini or Tintoretto. You couldn't move without stepping on the toes of genius. But now all is different. The money-getting instinct

the ladies were much astonished- an

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as she read. "Isn't that extraordinar

against me of thirty-eight dollars for humorous remarks made to my guests at a little chafing-dish party I gave in honor of Balzac, and, worst of all, he had marked it 'Please remit.' Even Antony, when he wrote a sonnet to my eyebrow, wouldn't let me have it until he had heard whether or not Boswe

rget those nights when the wit and wisdom of all time were-ah-were on tap at my house, if I may so speak, at a cost to me of lights and supper. Now the

the functions altogether, because I have always found them mos

ive it up entirely, which, as you intimate, would be too bad. An incorporated salon, however, would be a grand thing, if only because it would perpetuate the salon. 'The Recamier Salon (Limited)' would be a most excellent title, and, suitably capitalized would enable us to

ked Portia. "I can't see where

afing-dish Night under the charge of Brillat-Savarin, and so on. It would be understood that on these particular evenings the most interesting people in certain lines would be present, and would mix with outsiders, who should be admitted only on payment of a

of Social Zoo?" su

private residences too. An advertisement

obody reads,

re you giving a Function? Do you want Talent? Get your Genius at the Recamier Salon (Limited).' It would be simply magnificent as a business e

the society notes, wo

and at the close of th

by Calizetti, and the

" suggested Eliza

really see what else we can do if we want to preserve the salon idea. Somebody has told these ta

age!" sighe

ance. His wife told me that he dined at home three times during the winter. The rest of the time he was out, here, there, and everywhere, making after-dinner speeches. The saving on his dinner bills didn't pay his pebble account, much less remunerate him for his time, and the fearful expen

ried Elizabeth, wit

at the Sforza's Thursday Night Club, merely to oblige Madame Sforza, and three weeks later discovered that she had sold his pictures to pay for her gown! You people simply run it into the ground. You kill the goose that when taken at the flood lea

etter than the sound of his own voice, when he feels that it is falling on

n the market. An occasional wreath is very nice, but by the ton they are apt to weigh on his mind. Up to a certain point notoriety is like a

c in its wisdom,

in," returned Xanthippe. "N

, Lucretia Borgia

loose from her moorings, and is floating down the stream. I

ing for the stairs. "I was certain I felt a slight motion. Yo

said Elizabeth, foll

"Calpurnia just looked out of the window

he doorway to the upper deck, the door opened, and the hard features of Captain Kidd were thrust roughly through, and his strid

hile Kidd, overcome by surprise, slammed the door to, and retreated into the