Delmour-Carnes took
a hand in the badgering.
At intervals he caught glimpses of Eileen through the gay crush around
him; he danced with Nina, and suggested to her it was time to leave, but
that young matron had tasted just enough to want more; and Eileen, too,
was evidently having a most delightful time. So he settled into the
harness of pleasure and was good to the pink-and-white ones; and they
told each other what a "dear" he was, and adored him more inconveniently
than ever.
Truly enough, as he had often said, these younger ones were the
charmingly wholesome and refreshing antidote to the occasional
misbehaviour of the mature. They were, as he also asserted, the hope and
promise of the social fabric of a nation--this younger set--always a
little better, a little higher-minded than their predecessors as the
wheel of the years slowly turned them out in gay, eager, fearless
throngs to teach a cynical generation the rudiments of that wisdom which
blossoms most perfectly in the hearts of the unawakened.
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