Some may care for one of these questions, and some for another. A good
many young people think nothing about life as it presents itself in the
far horizon, bounded by the snowy ridges of threescore and the dim peaks
beyond that remote barrier. Again, there are numbers of persons who know
nothing at all about the Jews; while, on the other hand, there are those
who can, or think they can, detect the Israelitish blood in many of
their acquaintances who believe themselves of the purest Japhetic
origin, and are full of prejudices about the Semitic race.
I do not mean to be cheated out of my intentions. I propose to answer
my questioners on the two points just referred to, but I find myself so
much interested in the personal affairs of The Teacups that I must deal
with them before attacking those less exciting subjects. There is no
use, let me say here, in addressing to me letters marked “personal,”
“private,” “confidential,” and so forth, asking me how I came to know
what happened in certain conversations of which I shall give a partial
account. If there is a very sensitive phonograph lying about here and
there in unsuspected corners, that might account for some part of
my revelations. If Delilah, whose hearing is of almost supernatural
delicacy, reports to me what she overhears, it might explain a part of
the mystery. I do not want to accuse Delilah, but a young person who
assures me she can hear my watch ticking in my pocket, when I am in the
next room, might undoubtedly tell many secrets, if so disposed. Number
Five is pretty nearly omniscient, and she and I are on the best terms
with each other. These are all the hints I shall give you at present.
The Teacups of whom the least has been heard at our table are the Tutor
and the Musician. The Tutor is a modest young man, kept down a little, I
think, by the presence of older persons, like the Professor and myself.
I have met him several times, of late, walking with different lady
Teacups: once with the American Annex; twice with the English Annex;
once with the two Annexes together; once with Number Five.
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