“Again,” added the Sphinx hastily, as I was preparing to make some comment;
“Again, you know that the intimate connection between supper and dreams is a scientific fact. If supper produces night-dreams, why shouldn’t lunch and dinner produce daydreams!”
“I surrender unconditionally to that,” I laughed, “you have won. We owe it all to the chef. We are but notes in his music—‘helpless pieces of the game he plays!’”
“A little more duck, sir?” intervened Dave, once more.
“Yes, Dave, I will,” said I, with emphasis.
III
ON THE WEARING OF OPALS
“HOW sad your eyes are to-night!” I said to the Sphinx a few evenings ago.
“Are they?” she smiled. “But then you know we are never so sad as our eyes.”