These are the horse latitudes of fashion, when it's O.K. not to think about clothes, if only for 15 minutes.

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I must introduce you, said Mr. Griffiths, when he called on me one morning, to a countryman of mine, who now rivals Foneron in giving dinners; but whose luxurious extravagance bids fair soon to eclipse the unostentatious comfortability of Foneron's Friday parties.

This sort of reading identifies the whole novel with a naïve Clarissan view...