won't have
in more
Champagne-wine,
and they
locks me
in the
sideboard
when I
won't give
up my
property.""Get
rid of
'em, Mr.
Chops.""I
can't.
We're in
Society
together,
and what
would
Society
say?""Come
out of
Society!"
says I. "I
can't. You
don't know
what
you're
talking
about.
When you
have once
gone into
Society,
you
mustn't
come out
of
it.""Then
if you'll
excuse the
freedom,
Mr.
Chops,"
were my
remark,
shaking my
head
grave, "I
