"But the publicity is so shocking!"
"Is it any more public than waltzing at the great public balls?"
"Oh, well, I think lecturing is dreadful; you'll never convince me. I hate all those dreadful, raving, tearing, stramming women."
In which very logical and consecutive way the leading topics of the age were elegantly disposed of; and at eleven o'clock I found myself out on the pavement with the inexhaustible Jim, who went singing and whistling by my side as fresh as a morning blackbird. My head was in a pretty thorough whirl; but I was initiated into society,—to what purpose shall hereafter appear.
CHAPTER XIX.
FLIRTATION.
"Look there," said Jim Fellows, throwing down a pair of Jouvin's gloves. "There's from the divine Alice."