A GRAY EYE OR SO By Frank Frankfort Moore Author of “I Forbid The Banns,” “Dalreen,” “Sojourners Together,” “Highways And High Seas,” Etc. In Three Volumes--Volume I Sixth Edition London: Hutchinson & Co., 34 Paternoster Row 1893 [Illustration: 0007] A GRAY EYE OR SO CHAPTER I.--ON CERTAIN ABSTRACTIONS. I WAS talking about woman in the abstract,” said Harold. The other, whose name was Edmund--his worst enemies had never abbreviated it--smiled, lifted his eyes unto the hills as if in search of something, frowned as if he failed to find it, smiled a cat’s-paw of a smile--a momentary crinkle in the region of the eyes--twice his lips parted as if he were about to speak; then he gave a laugh--the laugh of a man who finds that for which he has been searching. “Woman in the abstract?” said he. “Woman in the abstract? My dear Harold, there is no such thing as woman in the abstract. When you talk about Woman enthusiastically, you are talking about the woman you love; when you talk about Woman cynically, you are talking about the woman who won’t love you.” “Maybe your honours never heard tell of Larry O’Leary?” said the Third--for there was a Third, and his name was Brian; his duty was to row the boat, and this duty he interpreted by making now and again an elaborate pretence of rowing, which deceived no one. “That sounds well,” said Harold; “but do you want it to be applied? Do you want a test case of the operation of your epigram--if it is an epigram?” “A test case?” “Yes; I have heard you talk cynically about woman upon occasions. Does that mean that you have been unloved by many?” Again the man called Edmund looked inquiringly up the purple slope of the hill. “You’re a wonderful clever gentleman,” said Brian, as if communing with himself, “a wonderful gentleman entirely! Isn’t he after casting his eyes at the very spot where old Larry kept his still?” “No,” said Edmund; “I have never spoken cynically of women. To do so would be to speak against my convictions. I have great hope of Woman.” “Yes; our mothers and sisters are women,” said Harold. “That makes us hopeful of women. Now we are back in the wholesome regions of the abstract once more, so that we have talked in a circle and are precisely where we started, only that I have heard for the first time that you are hopeful of Woman.” “That’s enough for one day,” said Edmund. “Quite,” said Harold.