She raised one eyebrow slightly. 'I won't say that. I see very excellent
points in him. I admit there's a certain coldness, a certain hard
reserve about his character that--Well, frankly, it doesn't appeal to
me. But I hope I am fair to him. He's a man I respect.... Yes, I
respect him.'
'But he doesn't amuse you--what?' said Bruce.
'The fact is, he has no sense of humour,' said Madame Frabelle.
'Fancy your finding that out now!' said Bruce, with a broad smile.
'Funny! Ha ha! Very funny! Do you know, it never occurred to me! But now
I come to think of it--yes, perhaps that's what's the matter with him.
Mind you, I call him a jolly, cheery sort of chap. Quite an optimist--a
distinct optimist. You never find Aylmer depressed.'
'No, not depressed. It isn't that. But he hasn't got--You won't either
of you be angry with me for what I say, will you?'
'Oh no, indeed.'
'You won't be cross with me, Edith? Perhaps I ought not to say it.'
'Yes, do tell us,' urged Edith.
'Well, what I consider is the defect in Aylmer Ross is that he has
brains, but no temperament.'
'Excellent!' cried Bruce. 'Perfectly true. Temperament! That's what he
wants!'
Edith remembered hearing that phrase used in her presence to Madame
Frabelle--not about Aylmer, but about someone else.
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