Chapter 1498 of 1964 · 58 words · ~1 min read

LXVI.

But they who blunder thus are raw beginners; A little genial sprinkling of hypocrisy Has saved the fame of thousand splendid sinners, The loveliest oligarchs of our Gynocracy;[638] You may see such at all the balls and dinners, Among the proudest of our aristocracy, So gentle, charming, charitable, chaste-- And all by having _tact_ as well as taste.