"Oh, are you going? Good night, Mr. Carter."
I turned to Miss Phyllis.
"I hope you won"t think all love affairs are like that," I said; but I saw her lips begin to shape into "lovely," and I hastily left the room.
Hilary came to help me on with my coat. He looked extremely apologetic, and very much ashamed of himself.
"Awfully sorry, old chap," said he, "that we bored you with our reminiscences. I know, of course, that they can"t be very interesting to other people. Women are so confoundedly romantic."
"Don"t try that on me," said I, much disgusted. "You were just as bad yourself."
He laughed, as he leant against the door.
"She did look ripping in that white frock," he said, "with her hair--"
"Stop," said I firmly. "She looked just like a lot of other girls."
"I"m hanged if she did!" said Hilary.
Then he glanced at me with a puzzled sort of expression.
"I say, old man, weren"t you ever that way yourself?" he asked.
I hailed a hansom cab.
"Because, if you were, you know, you"d understand how a fellow remembers every--"
"Good night," said I. "At least I suppose you"re not coming to the club?"
"Well, I think not," said Hilary. "Ta-ta, old fellow. Sorry we bored you. Of course, if a man has never--"
"Never!" I groaned. "A score of times!"
"Well, then, doesn"t it--?
"No," said I. "It"s just that that makes stories like yours so infernally--"
"What?" asked Hilary; for I had paused to light a cigarette.
"Uninteresting," said I, getting into my cab.
STRANGE, BUT TRUE
The other day my young cousin George lunched with me. He is a cheery youth, and a member of the University of Oxford. He refreshes me very much, and I believe that I have the pleasure of affording him some matter for thought. On this occasion, however, he was extremely silent and depressed. I said little, but made an extremely good luncheon.
Afterwards we proceeded to take a stroll in the Park.
"Sam, old boy," said George suddenly, "I"m the most miserable devil alive."
"I don"t know what else you expect at your age," I observed, lighting a cigar. He walked on in silence for a few moments.
"I say, Sam, old boy, when you were young, were you ever--?" he paused, arranged his neckcloth (it was more like a bed-quilt--oh, the fashion, of course, I know that), and blushed a fine crimson.
"Was I ever what, George?" I had the curiosity to ask.
"Oh, well, hard hit, you know--a girl, you know."
"In love, you mean, George? No, I never was."
"Never?"
"No. Are you?"
"Yes. Hang it!" Then he looked at me with a puzzled air and continued:
"I say, though, Sam, it"s awfully funny you shouldn"t have--don"t you know what it"s like, then?"
"How should I?" I inquired apologetically. "What is it like, George?"
George took my arm.
"It"s just Hades," he informed me confidentially.
"Then," I remarked, "I have no reason to regret--?"
"Still, you know," interrupted George, "it"s not half bad."
"That appears to me to be a paradox," I observed.
"It"s precious hard to explain it to you if you"ve never felt it," said George, in rather an injured tone. "But what I say is quite true."
"I shouldn"t think of contradicting you, my dear fellow," I hastened to say.
"Let"s sit down," said he, "and watch the people driving. We may see somebody--somebody we know, you know, Sam."
"So we may," said I, and we sat down.
"A fellow," pursued George, with knitted brows, "is all turned upside down, don"t you know?"
"How very peculiar?" I exclaimed.
"One moment he"s the happiest dog in the world, and the next--well, the next, it"s the deuce."
"But," I objected, "not surely without good reason for such a change?"
"Reason? Bosh! The least thing does it."