"My dear," replied the Woman of the World, "I don't think any would.""Why not?" demanded the Girton Girl.
"I was thinking more of you, dear," replied the Woman of the World.
"I am glad you all concur with me," murmured the Minor Poet."Ihave always myself regarded the Devil's Advocate as the most useful officer in the Court of Truth.""I remember being present one evening," I observed, "at a dinner-party where an eminent judge met an equally eminent K.C.; whose client the judge that very afternoon had condemned to be hanged.
'It is always a satisfaction,' remarked to him genially the judge, 'condemning any prisoner defended by you.One feels so absolutely certain he was guilty.' The K.C.responded that he should always remember the judge's words with pride.""Who was it," asked the Philosopher, "who said: 'Before you can attack a lie, you must strip it of its truth'?""It sounds like Emerson," I ventured.
"Very possibly," assented the Philosopher; "very possibly not.
There is much in reputation.Most poetry gets attributed to Shakespeare.""I entered a certain drawing-room about a week ago," I said."'We were just speaking about you,' exclaimed my hostess.'Is not this yours?' She pointed to an article in a certain magazine lying open on the table.'No,' I replied; 'one or two people have asked me that same question.It seems to me rather an absurd article,' Iadded.'I cannot say I thought very much of it,' agreed my hostess.""I can't help it," said the Old Maid."I shall always dislike a girl who deliberately sells herself for money.""But what else is there to sell herself for?" asked the Minor Poet.