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(in marvellous abundanceit is one of her beauties), a sallow
complexion and deep violet eyes. Her face is thin, a little
worn, that of the woman who has sufferedtemperament again! Her
mouth, now, as she looks into the new noisy flames, is drawn down
at the corners. Her figure is slight but graceful. She has
pretty feet. One protruded from her skirt, and a slipper dangled
from the tip. At last it fell off. I knew it would. She has a
craze for the minimum of material in slippersabout an inch of
leather (I suppose it's leather) from the toe. I picked the vain
thing up and balanced it again on her stockingfoot.
Will you do that eight years hence? said Judith.
My dear, as I've done it eight thousand times the last eight
years, I suppose I shall, I replied, laughing. I'm a creature
of habit.
You may marry, Marcus.
God forbid! I ejaculated.
Some pretty fresh girl.
I abominate pretty fresh girls. I would just as soon talk to a
baby in a perambulator.
The women men are crazy to marry are not always those they
particularly delight to converse with, my friend, said Judith.
I lit another cigarette. I think the sex feminine has marriage
on the brain, I exclaimed, somewhat heatedly. My Aunt Jessica
was worrying me about it the day before yesterday. As if it were
any concern of hers!
Judith laughed below her breath and called me a simpleton.
Why? I asked.
Because you haven't got a temperament.
This was a foolish answer, having no bearing on the question. I
told her so. She replied that she was years older than I, and
had learned the eternal relevance of all things. I pointed out
that she was years younger.
How many heartbeats have you had in your lifereal, wild,
pulsating heartbeatseternity in an hour?
That's Blake, I murmured.
I'm aware of it. Answer my question.
It's a silly question.
It isn't. The next time you see a female baby in a
perambulator, take off your hat respectfully.
I am afraid I am clumsy at repartee.
And the next time you engage a cook, my dear Judith, said I,
send for a mere man.
She coloured up. I dissolved myself in apologies. Her wounded
susceptibilities required careful healing. The situation was
somewhat odd. She had not scrupled to attack the innermost
weaknesses of my character, and yet when I retaliated by a hit at
externals, she was deeply hurt, and made me feel a ruffianly
blackguard. I really think if Lisette had pinned up that curtain
I should have learned something more about female human nature.

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