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t he hadn't the knack of it and he was naturally clumsy。 He would rush into the room and fling himself on his knees before her； never noticing the dog； so that； instead of pouring out his heart as he had intended； he would have to start off with； 'So awfully sorry！ Hope I haven't hurt the little beast？' Which was enough to put anybody out。〃
〃Young girls are so foolish；〃 said the Old Maid； 〃they run after what glitters； and do not see the gold until it is too late。 At first they are all eyes and no heart。〃
〃I knew a girl；〃 I said； 〃or； rather； a young married woman； who was cured of folly by the homoeopathic method。 Her great trouble was that her husband had ceased to be her lover。〃
〃It seems to me so sad；〃 said the Old Maid。 〃Sometimes it is the woman's fault； sometimes the man's； more often both。 The little courtesies； the fond words； the tender nothings that mean so much to those that loveit would cost so little not to forget them； and they would make life so much more beautiful。〃
〃There is a line of common sense running through all things；〃 I replied； 〃the secret of life consists in not diverging far from it on either side。 He had been the most devoted wooer； never happy out of her eyes； but before they had been married a year she found to her astonishment that he could be content even away from her skirts； that he actually took pains to render himself agreeable to other women。 He would spend whole afternoons at his club； slip out for a walk occasionally by himself； shut himself up now and again in his study。 It went so far that one day he expressed a distinct desire to leave her for a week and go a…fishing with some other men。 She never complainedat least； not to him。〃
〃That is where she was foolish；〃 said the Girton Girl。 〃Silence in such cases is a mistake。 The other party does not know what is the matter with you； and you yourselfyour temper bottled up within become more disagreeable every day。〃
〃She confided her trouble to a friend；〃 I explained。
〃I so dislike people who do that；〃 said the Woman of the World。 〃Emily never would speak to George； she would come and complain about him to me； as if I were responsible for him： I wasn't even his mother。 When she had finished； George would come along； and I had to listen to the whole thing over again from his point of view。 I got so tired of it at last that I determined to stop it。〃
〃How did you succeed？〃 asked the Old Maid； who appeared to be interested in the recipe。
〃I knew George was coming one afternoon；〃 explained the Woman of the World； 〃so I persuaded Emily to wait in the conservatory。 She thought I was going to give him good advice； instead of that I sympathised with him and encouraged him to speak his mind freely； which he did。 It made her so mad that she came out and told him what she thought of him。 I left them at it。 They were both of them the better for it； and so was I。〃
〃In my case；〃 I said； 〃it came about differently。 Her friend explained to him just what was happening。 She pointed out to him how his neglect and indifference were slowly alienating his wife's affections from him。 He argued the subject。
〃'But a lover and a husband are not the same；' he contended； 'the situation is entirely different。 You run after somebody you want to overtake； but when you have caught him up； you settle down quietly and walk beside him； you don't continue shouting and waving your handkerchief after you have gained him。'
〃Their mutual friend presented the problem differently。〃
〃'You must hold what you have won；' she said； 'or it will slip away from you。 By a certain course of conduct and behaviour you gained a sweet girl's regard； show yourself other than you were； how can you expect her to think the same of you？'
〃'You mean；' he inquired； 'that I should talk and act as her husband exactly as I did when her lover？'
〃'Precisely；' said the friend 'why not？'
〃'It seems to me a mistake；' he grumbled。
〃'Try it and see；' said the friend。
〃'All right；' he said； 'I will。' And he went straight home and set to work。〃
〃Was it too late；〃 asked the Old Maid； 〃or did they come together again？〃
〃For the next mouth；〃 I answered； 〃they were together twenty…four hours of the day。 And then it was the wife who suggested； like the poet in Gilbert's Fatience； the delight with which she would welcome an occasional afternoon off。〃
〃He hung about her while she was dressing in the morning。 Just as she had got her hair fixed he would kiss it passionately and it would come down again。 All meal…time he would hold her hand under the table and insist on feeding her with a fork。 Before marriage he had behaved once or twice in this sort of way at picnics； and after marriage； when at breakfast…time he had sat at the other end of the table reading the paper or his letters； she had reminded him of it reproachfully。 The entire day he never left her side。 She could never read a book； instead； he would read to her aloud； generally Browning' poems or translations from Goethe。 Reading aloud was not an accomplishment of his； but in their courting days she had expressed herself pleased at his attempts； and of this he took care； in his turn； to remind her。 It was his idea that if the game were played at all； she should take a hand also。 If he was to blither； it was only fair that she should bleat back。 As he explained； for the future they would both be lovers all their life long； and no logical argument in reply could she think of。 If she tried to write a letter； he would snatch away the paper her dear hands were pressing and fall to kissing itand； of course； smearing it。 When he wasn't giving her pins and needles by sitting on her feet he was balancing himself on the arm of her chair and occasionally falling over on top of her。 If she went shopping； he went with her and made himself ridiculous at the dressmaker's。 In society he took no notice of anybody but of her； and was hurt if she spoke to anybody but to him。 Not that it was often； during that month； that they did see any society； most invitations he refused for them both； reminding her how once upon a time she had regarded an evening alone with him as an entertainment superior to all others。 He called her ridiculous names； talked to her in baby language； while a dozen times a day it became necessary for her to take down her back hair and do it up afresh。 At the end of a month； as I have said； it was she who suggested a slight cessation of affection。〃
〃Had I been in her place；〃 said the Girton Girl； 〃it would have been a separation I should have suggested。 I should have hated him for the rest of my life。〃
〃For merely trying to agree with you？〃 I said。
〃For showing me I was a fool for ever having wanted his affection；〃 replied the Girton Girl。
〃You can generally；〃 said the Philosopher； 〃make people ridiculous by taking them at their word。〃
〃Especially women；〃 murmured the Minor Poet。
〃I wonder；〃 said the Philosopher； 〃is there really so much difference between men and women as we think？ What there is； may it not be the result of Civilisation rather than of Nature； of training rather than of instinct？〃
〃Deny the contest between male and female； and you deprive life of half its poetry；〃 urged the Minor Poet。
〃Poetry；〃 returned the Philosopher； 〃was made for man； not man for poetry。 I am inclined to think that the contest you speak of is somewhat in the nature of a 'put…up job' on the part of you poets。 In the same way newspapers will always advocate war； it gives them something to write about； and is not altogether unconnected with sales。 To test Nature's original intentions； it is always safe to study our cousins the animals。 There we see no sign of this fundamental variation； the difference is merely one of degree。〃
〃I quite agree with you；〃 said the Girton Girl。 〃Man； acquiring cunning； saw the advantage of using his one superiority； brute strength； to make woman his slave。 In all other respects she is undoubtedly his superior。〃
〃In a woman's argument；〃 I observed； 〃equality of the sexes invariably does mean the superiority of woman。〃
〃That is very curious；〃 added the Philosopher。 〃As you say； a woman never can be logical。〃
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