"
"It was different then."
"Yes, wasn't it? Take 'em away."
These last words were spoken to the waiters, who were now accustomed
to removing the untasted dishes almost as soon as they were put upon
the table.
"Have the coffee when it comes. It'll warm you for the fog outside."
"Thanks, I'm not used to coddling."
"Then you ought to be. But about what we were saying: then, I quite
thought old Perigal a pig for saying that about women; now, I know
he's absolutely right."
"Absolutely wrong."
"Eh!"
"Absolutely wrong. It's the other way about. It's men who're
worthless, not poor women; and they don't care what they drag us
down to so long as they get their own ends," cried Mavis.
"Nonsense!" he commented.
"I've been out in the world and have seen what goes on," retorted
Mavis.
"It isn't my experience."
"Men are always in the right. No coffee, thank you."
"Sure?"
"Quite."
"No; it is not my experience," he went on. "Take the case of all the
chaps I know who've married women who played up to them. Without
exception they curse in their hearts the day they met them."
"If anything's wrong, it's owing to the husband's selfishness.
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