"
"I could have seen to it that such deadly instruments as marriage
licences and irresponsible clergymen were kept out of his way," groaned
the Philosopher.
"Come, cheer up!" cried Hepatica, making haste to light the spirit-lamp
under her tea-kettle. "I'm going to brew you all a cup of comfort with
lemons and sugar and things."
"Look at her!" commanded the Skeptic, rallying, "and tell me if marriage
is a failure."
The Philosopher paused. "You know well enough what I think of your
marriage," he owned.
II
CAMELLIA AND THE JUDGE
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war when they should kneel for peace.
--_Taming of the Shrew._
"We are invited to spend the week-end with Camellia," announced my
hostess at the breakfast-table one morning, glancing up from a note
which the hall-boy had just brought to the door.
The Skeptic jumped in his chair. "Those same old sensations come over
me," he announced, digging away vengefully at his grapefruit. "What have
I to wear? My only consolation now is that Camellia married a man who
cares about as much what he wears as I do.
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