It was very
characteristic of Madame Frabelle to catch up an idea or a phrase,
misapply it, and then firmly regard it as her own.
Bruce shook his head. 'Brains, but no temperament! Excellent!'
'Mind you, that doesn't prevent him being an excellent soldier,' went on
Madame Frabelle.
'Oh dear, no. He's done jolly well,' said Bruce. 'I think I know what
she means--don't you, Edith?'
'I'm sure _she_ does,' said Edith, who had her doubts. 'I don't know
that I do quite know what people mean when they say other people haven't
got temperament. The question is--what _is_ temperament?'
'Oh, my dear, it's a sort of--a something--an atmosphere--a sympathy.
What I might call the magnetism of personality!'
'That's right!' said Bruce, passing his cup for another cup of tea.
'Aylmer's hard, hard as nails.'
'Hasn't he got the name of being rather warm-hearted and impulsive,
though?' suggested Edith.
'Oh, he's good-natured enough,' said Bruce. 'Very generous. I've known
him to do ever so many kind things and never let a soul except the
fellow he'd helped know anything about it.'
'You don't understand me,' said Madame Frabelle. 'I don't doubt that for
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