CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER III.

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“I DON’T QUITE KNOW how to explain it to you,” he said, “but it was the very fact that your notice of my book had a spice of intelligence, it was just your exceptional sharpness, that produced the feeling—a very old story with me, I beg you to believe—under the momentary influence of which I used in speaking to that good lady the words you so naturally resent.  I don’t read the things in the newspapers unless they’re thrust upon me as that one was—it’s always one’s best friend who does it!  But I used to read them sometimes—ten years ago.  I dare say they were in general rather stupider then; at any rate it always struck me they missed my little point with a perfection exactly as admirable when they patted me on the back as when they kicked me in the shins.  Whenever……