said, was made in consequence of an impersonal and amusing incident, which I had supposed Imre would at once remember.
"Womanish? Abnormal? Certainly not, But you seen to forget what you yourself said to Captain Molton this afternoon... in the billiard-room... about the menage-cooks... don't you remember?"
Imre burst into laughter. He remembered! (There is no need of my writing out here a piece of humour not transferable with the least esprit into English, though mighty funny in Magyar.) His mood changed at once. He took my arm, a rare attention from him, and we said no more till the Bridge was past, and the corner which divided our lodgings by a street's breadth was reached. We said "Good-night!... till tomorrow!" ... the házmester opened his door. Imre waved his hand gaily and vanished.
I got to bed, concluding among other things that so far from Imre's being homosexual—as Uranian, or Dionian-Uranian, or Uranian-Dionian... or what else of that kind of juggling
