You know in decent society one doesn't talk or think even of certain details of the toilet.

That's how it is with this.

" "Will you be at Madame Rolandak's fete?" asked Anna, to change the conversation.

"I don't think so," answered Betsy, and, without looking at her friend, she began filling the little transparent cups with fragrant tea.

Putting a cup before Anna, she took out a cigarette, and, fitting it into a silver holder, she lighted it.

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