Not of this sorority Miss Polly Brewster. Having blithe regard to
her duty as an ornament of this dull world, she had tempered the
sun to the foreign cuticle with successively diminishing layers of
veils, to such good purpose that the celestial scorcher had but
kissed her graduated brownness to a soft glow of color. Not alone
in appreciation of her external advantages was Miss Brewster. Such
as it was,--and it had its qualities, albeit somewhat
unformulated,--Caracuna society gave her prompt welcome. There
were teas and rides and tennis at the little club; there were
agreeable, presentable men and hospitable women; and always there
was Fitzhugh Carroll, suave, handsome, gentle, a polished man of
the world among men, a courteous attendant to every woman, but
always with a first thought for her. Was it sheer perversity of
character, that elfin perversity so shrewdly divined by the hermit
of the mountain, that put in her mind, in this far corner of the
world, among these strange people, the thought:
"All men are alike, and Fitz, for all that he's so different and
the best of them, is the MOST alike.
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