"You did. I heard it distinctly." "Do let me explain. It's Shakespeare uses the word. I was only quoting it. It merely means----" "Oh, if it's Shakespeare I suppose it's all right. Nobody seems to mind what _he_ says. You can go on." I read for some time. Eliza, in reply to my question, owned that she had enjoyed it, but she went to bed before her usual time. * * * * * When I was preparing to read aloud on the following evening, I was unable to find our copy of Shakespeare. This was very annoying, as it had been a wedding-present. Eliza said that she had found her scissors, and very likely I should find the Shakespeare some other night. But I never did. I have half thought of buying another copy, or I dare say Eliza's mother would like to give us it. Eliza thinks not. THE UNSOLVED PROBLEM "Eliza," I said one evening, "do you think that you are fonder of me than I am of you, or that I am fonder of you than you are of me?" She answered, "What is thirteen from twenty-eight?" without looking up from the account-book. "I do think," I said, "that when I speak to you you might have the civility to pay some little attention." She replied, "One pound fifteen and two, and I hope you know where we are to get it from, for I don't. And don't bang on the table in that silly way, or you'll spill the ink." "I did not bang. I tapped slightly from a pardonable impatience. I put a plain question to you some time ago, and I should like a plain answer to it." "Well, what do you want to talk for when you see I am counting? Now, what is it?" "What I asked was this. Do I think--I mean, do you think--that I am fonder of me--no, you are fonder of I--well, I'll begin again. Which of us two would you say was fonder of the other than the other was of the--dash it all, you know what I mean!" "No, I don't, but it's nothing to swear about." "I was not swearing. If you don't know what I mean, I'll try to put it more simply. Are you fonder than I am? There." "Fonder of what?" "Fonder of each other." "You mean is each of us fonder of the other than the other is of--of the each?" "I mean nothing of the kind. Until you muddled it the thing was perfectly clear. Well, we two are two, are we not?" "Of course I know that, but----" "Wait a minute. I intend that you shall understand me this time. Which of those two would you say was fonder of the other than the other was of the other, or would you say that each was as fond of the other as the other one was? Now you see it." "Almost. Say it again." "Would you say that in your opinion neither of us were fonder of the other than both were of each, or that one was fonder of the other than the other was of the first, and if so, which?" "Now you've made it worse than ever. I don't believe you know what you mean yourself. Do come to supper and talk sense." * * * * *