"Certainly, sir," she replied. "You will find a handkerchief in the pocket with my initials stitched in the corner with white silk."
"All right, my dear," said Moore, looking for the pocket and not finding it immediately. "Where is the infernal--Oh, I have it!"
And inserting his hand in the elusive object of his quest he drew forth a powder puff.
"Oh," said Bessie, and vanished behind the curtains, while Moore viewed his recent find with delighted curiosity.
"What's this, Bessie?"
No answer rewarded his inquiry.
"Oh, I understand," he went on. "This is the frosting on the cake of beauty."
Then, carefully powdering himself, he crossed to the mirror over the mantel on the opposite side of the room and inspected the result of his labor.
"Humph," said he. "I look seasick. I'll have none of this for me."
And he industriously rubbed his face with his handkerchief.