"Now, here," said H----, indignantly, "is a man with a beautiful mind, a man full of beautiful thoughts and visions, and because of those infernal French verb inflections, because they will call tables and chairs 'he' and 'she' instead of 'it,' I can't communicate with him without boring him to death. We English-speaking people are a great deal more lenient. Some of the pleasantest talks I've ever had have been with foreigners who waded through a slaughter of my native tongue to a positive throne in my respect. But no foreigner can ever tolerate broken French or Spanish. They jump to the immediate conclusion that a man who can't speak their abominable gibberish correctly must be either a boor or a fool, and they don't take the pains to conceal that impression. Why don't they learn to speak English, so that a human being could talk to them?" R---- told a story of recent experience in Italy, which he thought suggested an equal arrogance in the Anglo-Saxon. He had watched a young woman, an American, on the railway platform at Naples, explaining in lucid English to the porter her wishes concerning her luggage. The porter stared, shrugged, and seized a bag. The girl caught his arm. "Put that down," she said sternly. "I mean that to go in the carriage with me. Those two trunks are to be labelled for Rome and put in the van." The porter began to gesticulate and gabble. "There's no use making so much noise," she commented contemptuously. "Just do as I tell you and don't lose time." The Italian hunched his shoulders, threw his hands out in fan-like gestures, and made volcanic appeals to heaven. R----, who is shy, but chivalrous, and who speaks six Italian dialects, felt called upon to take part. "Excuse me, Madam," he said, "but you seem to be having some difficulty with your luggage. As I speak Italian, perhaps I may be of service to you." The girl turned a cold eye upon him and waved him away. "Thank you," she said, "you are very kind, but all the world has got to speak English eventually, and there is no use indulging these people in their ridiculous Italian now!" January 14. The Fourth Dimension. I lunched with Mary R---- yesterday and heard a curious story. Mrs. M----, who is ordinarily so amusing, seemed _distrait_ and disturbed all through the meal, and when the other women had gone, Mary, who is extremely sensitive and sympathetic to the state of mind of everyone about her, led Mrs. M----, in a manner fascinating in its skilfulness, to unpack her overladen spirit.