Growing calmer he arose, and passing his hand over his face as if putting on a mask, went out of the room to join his wife at dinner.
The dinner was served by a black dwarf named Bela, who in his fantastic proportions resembled a heathen idol in bronze.
After they had eaten sometime in silence, Dainty asked.
“Are you going out this evening?”
“I must go to the club, but I will return early.”
“I am often lonely, Donald, when I am left with only my thoughts for company,” said Dainty, somewhat mournfully.
“You must be lonely sometimes,” replied Donald. “Let us try a small diversion. Why not invite in a few friends for an evening? Make out your list, and send the invitations to-morrow. Don’t get the blues while I am away,” and kissing her, he hurried into the street.