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〃Do you remember meeting that Russian man George brought down here about three months ago？〃 asked the Woman of the World； turning to the Minor Poet。 〃I forget his name。 As a matter of fact； I never knew it。 It was quite unpronounceable and； except that it ended； of course； with a double f； equally impossible to spell。 I told him frankly at the beginning I should call him by his Christian name； which fortunately was Nicholas。 He was very nice about it。〃
〃I remember him distinctly；〃 said the Minor Poet。 〃A charming man。〃
〃He was equally charmed with you；〃 replied the Woman of the World。
〃I can credit it easily；〃 murmured the Minor Poet。 〃One of the most intelligent men I ever met。〃
〃You talked together for two hours in a corner；〃 said the Woman of the World。 〃I asked him when you had gone what he thought of you。 'Ah！ what a talker！' he exclaimed； making a gesture of admiration with his hands。 'I thought maybe you would notice it；' I answered him。 'Tell me； what did he talk about？' I was curious to know； you had been so absorbed in yourselves and so oblivious to the rest of us。 'Upon my word；' he replied； 'I really cannot tell you。 Do you know； I am afraid； now I come to think of it； that I must have monopolised the conversation。' I was glad to be able to ease his mind on that point。 'I really don't think you did；' I assured him。 I should have felt equally confident had I not been present。〃
〃You were quite correct；〃 returned the Minor Poet。 〃I have a distinct recollection of having made one or two observations myself。 Indeed； if I may say so； I talked rather well。〃
〃You may also recollect；〃 continued the Woman of the World； 〃that the next time we met I asked you what he had said； and that your mind was equally a blank on the subject。 You admitted you had found him interesting。 I was puzzled at the time； but now I begin to understand。 Both of you； no doubt； found the conversation so brilliant； each of you felt it must have been your own。〃
〃A good book；〃 I added〃a good talk is like a good dinner： one assimilates it。 The best dinner is the dinner you do not know you have eaten。〃
〃A thing will often suggest interesting thought；〃 observed the Old Maid； 〃without being interesting。 Often I find the tears coming into my eyes as I witness some stupid melodramasomething said； something hinted at； will stir a memory； start a train of thought。〃
〃I once；〃 I said； 〃sat next to a country…man in the pit of a music… hall some years ago。 He enjoyed himself thoroughly up to half…past ten。 Songs about mothers…in…law； drunken wives； and wooden legs he roared at heartily。 At ten…thirty entered a well…known artiste who was then giving a series of what he called 'Condensed Tragedies in Verse。' At the first two my country friend chuckled hugely。 The third ran： 'Little boy； pair of skates： broken ice； heaven's gates。' My friend turned white； rose hurriedly； and pushed his way impatiently out of the house。 I left myself some ten minutes later； and by chance ran against him again in the bar of the 'Criterion；' where he was drinking whisky rather copiously。 'I couldn't stand that fool；' he explained to me in a husky voice。 'Truth is； my youngest kid got drowned last winter skating。 Don't see any sense making fun of real trouble。'〃
〃I can cap your story with another；〃 said the Philosopher。 〃Jim sent me a couple of seats for one of his first nights a month or two ago。 They did not reach me till four o'clock in the afternoon。 I went down to the club to see if I could pick up anybody。 The only man there I knew at all was a rather quiet young fellow； a new member。 He had just taken Bates's chambers in Staple Innyou have met him； I think。 He didn't know many people then and was grateful for my invitation。 The play was one of those Palais Royal farces it cannot matter which； they are all exactly alike。 The fun consists of somebody's trying to sin without being found out。 It always goes well。 The British public invariably welcomes the theme； provided it be dealt with in a merry fashion。 It is only the serious discussion of evil that shocks us。 There was the usual banging of doors and the usual screaming。 Everybody was laughing around us。 My young friend sat with rather a curious fixed smile upon his face。 'Fairly well constructed；' I said to him； as the second curtain fell amid yells of delight。 'Yes；' he answered； 'I suppose it's very funny。' I looked at him； he was little more than a boy。 'You are rather young；' I said； 'to be a moralist。' He gave a short laugh。 'Oh！ I shall grow out of it in time；' he said。 He told me his story later； when I came to know him better。 He had played the farce himself over in Melbournehe was an Australian。 Only the third act had ended differently。 His girl wife； of whom he was passionately fond； had taken it quite seriously and had committed suicide。 A foolish thing to do。〃
〃Man is a beast！〃 said the Girton Girl； who was prone to strong expression。
〃I thought so myself when I was younger；〃 said the Woman of the World。
〃And don't you now； when you hear a thing like that？〃 suggested the Girton Girl。
〃Certainly； my dear；〃 replied the Woman of the World； 〃there is a deal of the animal in man； butwell； I was myself expressing that same particular view of him； the brute； to a very old lady with whom I was spending a winter in Brussels； many years ago now； when I was quite a girl。 She had been a friend of my father's； and was one of the sweetest and kindestI was almost going to say the most perfect woman I have ever met； though as a celebrated beauty； stories； dating from the early Victorian era； were told about her。 But myself I never believed them。 Her calm； gentle； passionless face； crowned with its soft； silver hairI remember my first sight of the Matterhorn on a summer's evening； somehow it at once reminded me of her。〃
〃My dear；〃 laughed the Old Maid； 〃your anecdotal method is becoming as jerky as a cinematograph。〃
〃I have noticed it myself；〃 replied the Woman of the World； 〃I try to get in too much。〃
〃The art of the raconteur；〃 observed the Philosopher； 〃consists in avoiding the unessential。 I have a friend who never yet to my knowledge reached the end of a story。 It is intensely unimportant whether the name of the man who said the thing or did the deed be Brown or Jones or Robinson。 But she will worry herself into a fever trying to recollect。 'Dear； dear me！' she will leave off to exclaim； 'I know his name so well。 How stupid of me！' She will tell you why she ought to recollect his name； how she always has recollected his name till this precise moment。 She will appeal to half the people in the room to help her。 It is hopeless to try and induce her to proceed； the idea has taken possession of her mind。 After a world of unnecessary trouble she recollects that it was Tomkins； and is delighted； only to be plunged again into despair on discovery that she has forgotten his address。 This makes her so ashamed of herself she declines to continue； and full of self… reproach she retires to her own room。 Later she re…enters； beaming； with the street and number pat。 But by that time she has forgotten the anecdote。〃
〃Well； tell us about your old lady； and what it was you said to her；〃 spoke impatiently the Girton Girl； who is always eager when the subject under discussion happens to be the imbecility or criminal tendency of the opposite sex。
〃I was at the age；〃 continued the Woman of the World； 〃when a young girl tiring of fairy stories puts down the book and looks round her at the world； and naturally feels indignant at what she notices。 I was very severe upon both the shortcomings and the overgoings of manour natural enemy。 My old friend used to laugh； and that made me think her callous and foolish。 One day our bonnelike all servants； a lover of gossipcame to us delighted with a story which proved to me how just had been my estimate of the male animal。 The grocer at the corner of our rue； married only four years to a charming and devoted little wife； had run away and left her。
〃'He never gave her even a hint； the pretty angel！' so Jeanne informed us。 'Had had his box containing his clothes and everything he wanted ready packed for a week； waiting for him at the railway stationjust told her he was going to play a game of dominoes； and that she was not to sit up for him； kissed her and the child good… night； andwell； that was the last she ever saw of him。 Did Madame ever hear the like of it？' concluded Jeanne； throwing up her hands to heaven。 'I am sorry to say； Jeanne； that I have；' replied my sweet Madame with a sigh； and led the conversation by slow degrees back to the subject of dinner。 I turned to her when Jeanne had left the room。 I can remember still the burning indignation of my face。 I had often spoken to the man myself； and had thought what a delightful husband he wasso kind； so attentive； so proud； seemingly； of his dainty femme。 'Doesn't that prove what I say；' I cried； 'that men are beasts？' 'I am afraid it helps in that direction；' replied my old friend。 'And yet you defend them；' I answered。 'At my age； my dear；' she replied； 'one neither defends nor blames； one tries to understand。' She put her thi