ABSTRACT
Urbane. May I ask, Neæra, what are you studying so intently? Exactly twentyseven minutes ago you said you were too much tired to do anything but lean back with your eyes shut; but I have observed that they have frequently been open, while a fluttering of the pale green leaves of that pamphlet in your hand has gone on pretty constantly. There must be some cordial in them for ladies’ fatigues. What is it?
