"I got the impression that I had better mind my own business."
I was really sorry for Jack. He had certainly made a mess of it. But I felt that it was the duty of a friend to cheer him; so I said, hopefully:
"Never mind, Jack. When you are an 'episode,' you won't care a rap about the whole affair."
To this cheerful proposition he had nothing to say; and I tried another tack.
"Don't you see?" said I, "Miss Lamb was sure to be offended in either case. Whether she wrote the poems or not, she would hate to be taxed with it, considering the 'autobiographical' ones."
"My dear Dick, when a man knows he has been an infernal idiot there is no use in proving it as though it were a point of law. Unless, of course, you think it valuable practice. In that case, just reduce me to powder without a qualm."
Upon that I returned to my first tack.
"Well," I said, "I hope you will be as glad as I shall be when we are out of
