On the strength of this addition to their pecuniary resources, Selma branched out into sundry mild extravagances.  She augmented her wardrobe, engaged an additional house-maid and a more expensive cook, and entertained with greater freedom and elaboration.  She was fond of going to the theatre and supping afterward at some fashionable restaurant where she could show her new plumage and be a part of the gay, chattering rout at the tables consuming soft-shelled crabs and champagne.  She was gradually increasing her acquaintance, chiefly among the friends of the Williamses, people who were fond of display and luxury and who seemed to have plenty of money.  In this connection she was glad to avail herself of the reputation of belonging to the literary circle, and she conceived the plan of mingling these new associates with Wilbur’s former set—­to her thinking a delightful scheme, which she inaugurated by means of a dinner party.  She included among the guests Pauline and Dr. Page, and considered that she had acted gracefully in putting them side by side at table, thus sacrificing the theory of her entertainment to her feminine interest in romance.  In her opinion it was more than Pauline deserved, and she was proud of her generosity.  There were fourteen in the company, and after dinner they were regaled by a young woman who had brought a letter of introduction to Selma from Mrs. Earle, who read from her own poems.  The dinner was given for her, and her seat was between Wilbur and Mr. Dennison, the magazine editor.  Selma had attended a dinner-party at the Williamses a fortnight earlier where there had been music in the drawing-room by a ballad-singer at a cost of $100 (so Flossy had told her in confidence).  A poetess reading from her own works, a guest and not invited in after dinner on a business footing, appealed to Selma as more American, and less expensive.  She, in her secret soul, would have liked to recite herself, but she feared to run the gauntlet of the New York manner.  The verses were intense in character and were delivered by the young woman with a hollow-eyed fervor which, as one of the non-literary wing of the company stated, made one creep and weep alternately.  There was no doubt that the entertainment was novel and acceptable to the commercial element, and to Selma it seemed a delightful reminder of the Benham Institute.  She was curious to know what Mr. Dennison thought, though she said to herself that she did not really care.  She felt that anything free and earnest in the literary line was likely to be frowned on by the coterie to which her husband’s people belonged.  Nevertheless she seized an opportunity to ask the editor if he did not think the verses remarkable.