'Have you seen that interesting article in the evening paper, dear, about the Solicitor-General?' 'Which do you mean? "Silk and Stuff"?' 'Yes. Read it--read it and improve your mind. Far better for a woman to occupy her mind with general subjects, and make herself intellectually a companion for her husband--are you listening?--than to be always gossiping and thinking about people and their paltry private affairs. Do you hear?' 'Yes, dear.' He took his coffee and then said-- 'In what direction did you say they were going?' 'Oh, I thought you didn't want me to speak of her again. They were going in the opposite direction.' 'Opposite to what? Now that's the curious difference between a woman's intellect and a man's. You can't be logical! What do you mean by "opposite"?'. 'Why, Bruce, I mean just opposite. The other way.' 'Do you mean they walked off separately?' 'Oh, no! They were going away together, and looking so happy. But really, Bruce, I'm sorry I bothered you, telling you about it. I had no idea you would feel it so much.' 'What do you mean? Feel it? Of course, I'm terribly distressed to find that a wife of mine is intimate with such people--where are you going?' 'I was going to write to Hyacinth and tell her I can't go out with her tomorrow.' 'Why can't you go out with her?' 'You said I was never to see her again.' 'Yes; but don't be in a hurry. Never be impulsive.' He waited a minute; she stood by the door. 'On the whole, since you wish it so much, I will permit you to go out with her this once--for the last time, of course--so that you can find out if she really is engaged to be married to that young ass. What a mercenary scoundrel he must be!' 'I don't think that. Anyone would admire her, and he is very well off himself.' 'Well off! Do you consider that to his credit. So should I be well off if I had relations that died and left me a lot of money. Don't defend him, Edith; his conduct is simply disgraceful. What right has he to expect to marry a beautiful girl in Hyacinth's position? Good gracious, does he want everything?' 'I suppose--he likes her.' 'That's not particularly clever of him. So would any man. What I object to so much about that empty-headed cad, is that he's never satisfied. He wants the earth, it seems to me!' 'Really, Bruce, one would think you were quite--' 'What?' 'Well, quite jealous of him, to hear you talk. If one didn't know that--of course you can't be,' she added quickly. 'This incident is now closed,' said Bruce. 'We will never discuss the subject again.' 'Very well, dear.' She then went into the little drawing-room and looked longingly at the telephone. She feared there would be no chance of communicating with her friend that evening. Five minutes later Bruce came in and said-- 'And what can old Cannon be about to allow his ward to be tearing about all over London with a man of Reeve's antecedents?' 'What's the matter with his antecedents? I didn't know he had any.'