'No, you haven't; you've dog's-eared it. It's frightfully irritating,
dear, how you take no notice of my rebukes or my comments. Upon my word,
what I say to you seems to go in at one ear and out at the other, just
like water on a duck's back.'
'How does the water on a duck's back get into the dog's ears?--I mean
the duck's ears. Oh, I'm sorry. I won't do it again.'
Bruce sighed, flattened out the folded page and left the room with quiet
dignity, but caught his foot in the mat. Both ladies ignored
the accident.
When he had gone, Madame Frabelle said:
'Poor Edith!'
'Bruce is only a little tidy,' said Edith.
'I know. My husband was dreadfully untidy, which is much worse.'
'I suppose they have their faults.'
'Oh, men are all alike!' exclaimed Madame Frabelle cynically.
'Only some men,' said Edith. 'Besides, to a woman--I mean, a nice
woman--there is no such thing as men. There is a man; and either she is
so fond of him that she can talk of nothing else, however unfavourably,
or so much in love with him that she never mentions his name.'
'Men often say women are all alike,' said Madame Frabelle.
'When a man says that, he means there is only one woman in the world,
and he's in love with her, and she is not in love with him.
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