XV DINNER TIME (Sloane Street).
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The lamp gives a softened glow that is like a caress, And the fire gleams cosy and red in the open grate, Warming your bosom and neck and your shimmering dress; And the people begin to arrive, for it’s five to eight. I’m not very near you at dinner—it wouldn’t be wise— And nobody dreams of the things that we say, you and I, When suddenly, both together, we lift our eyes And agree that the wine is a triumph, and not too dry.... Fine wines and fine jewels, white linen and beautiful frocks, Kind glances and musical laughter and delicate food!— And my tie’s well tied, and I’m pleased with my black silk socks; Is it earthy of me to find these good things good?