VIII
After Love——(?)
"WHY is it," asked the widow, swinging her chatelaine pensively as she strolled down the avenue beside the bachelor, "that the man who is most in love is most apt to get over it suddenly?"
The bachelor withdrew his eyes from the pretty pair of ankles across the street and glanced down at the widow with the lenient smile of superior wisdom.
"Why is it," he retorted, "that the man who drinks the most champagne at dinner has the worst headache next morning?"
"That isn't any explanation at all, Mr. Travers." The widow's chatelaine jingled impatiently. "Champagne is intoxicating."
"So is love."
"Champagne leaves you with an—an all-gone feeling."
"And love leaves you with—'that tired feeling'."