been found crying over her coffee in bed in the morning.
"And every word you say to her now is of such supreme importance," Victoria observed, standing over my writing-table.
I took my cigarette out of my mouth and answered perversely enough, but with an eye to truth all the same.
"Nothing that I say to her now is of the very least importance, Victoria."
"What do you mean?" she cried.
"Much what you do," I rejoined, and fell to smoking again.
Victoria began to walk about the room. I endured patiently. My eyes were fixed on Waldenweiter. I wondered idly whether the scene of despair had been enacted yet.
"It's not the smallest good making ourselves unhappy about it," Victoria announced, just as she was on the turn at the other end of the room.
"Not the smallest," I agreed.
"It's much too late."
"A great deal too late."
Victoria darted down and kissed my cheek.
"After all, she ought to think herself very lucky," she decided. " I'm sure everybody else considers her so."
"Under such circumstances," said I, "it's sheer perversity in her to have her own feelings on the matter."
"But you said something that upset her last night," remarked my sister, with a return to the point which I hoped she had lost sight of. This time I lowered my guard in surrender.
"Certainly. I tried to make love to her," said I.
