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Lanley's chin came down. "Oh, good night, Wilsey; glad you found it so." When he was gone, Mrs. Baxter observed that he was a most agreeable companion. "So witty, so amiable, and, for a leader at the bar, he has an extraordinarily light touch." Mr. Lanley had resumed his position on the hearth-rug and his contemplation of the ceiling.
"I hope Mrs. Baxter got my card." He mentioned his card as if it had been a gift, not munificent, but not negligible, either. "Suppose she got it if you left it," said Mr. Lanley, who had heard her comment on it. "My man's pretty good at that sort of thing." "Ah, how rare they are getting!" said Wilsey, with a sigh "good servants. Upon my word, Lanley, I'm almost ready to go."
Baxter had been severe; "but the poor lady's mind is evidently seething with a good many undigested ideas." "You should have pointed out the flaws in her reasoning, Wilsey," said his host. "Argue with a woman, Lanley!" Mr. Wilsey held up his hand in protest. "No, no, I never argue with a woman. They take it so personally." "I think we had an example of that this evening," said Mrs. Baxter.
Wayne, and Lanley's heart sank. "Oh, emotional and inaccurate and untrustworthy and spiteful." "Mrs. Baxter, I'm sure you're not like that." "My dear Madam!" exclaimed Wilsey. "But isn't that logical?" Mrs. Wayne pursued. "If all women are so, and she's a woman?" "Ah, logic, dear lady," said Wilsey, holding up a finger "logic, you know, has never been the specialty of your sex."
A hundred years from now you'd sign a petition for the eight-hour law." "Never!" said Wilsey, raising his hand. "I should never put my name to a document " He stopped at another roar from his friend, and never took the sentence up again, but indicated with a gesture that only legal minds were worth arguing with on points of this sort.
She gives out all supplies used in my house; she knows where the servants are at every minute of the day, and we have nine. She " "Oh, how is dear Mrs. Wilsey?" said Mrs. Baxter, perhaps not eager for the full list of her activities. "Well, at present she is in a sanatorium," replied her husband, "from overwork, just plain overwork." Mr. Lanley, catching Mrs.
"Of course it's logic," said Lanley, crossly. "If you say all Americans are liars, Wilsey, and you're an American, the logical inference is that you think yourself a liar. But Mrs. Baxter doesn't mean that she thinks all women are inferior " "I must say I prefer men," she answered almost coquettishly. "If all women were like you, Mrs. Baxter, I'd believe in giving them the vote," said Wilsey.
Such differences can be overcome by time and money " He stopped, for she was looking at him with the same wondering interest, devoid of anger, with which he had seen her study Wilsey. "I express myself badly," he murmured. Mrs. Wayne rose to her feet. "The trouble isn't with your expression," she said. "You mean that what I am trying to express is wrong?" "It seems so to me."
It was a question about which Lanley had been thinking, and he answered: "I mean a person who values himself for qualities that have no moral, financial, or intellectual value whatsoever. You, for instance, Wilsey, value yourself not because you are a pretty good lawyer, but because your great-grandfather signed the Declaration." A shade of slight embarrassment crossed the lawyer's face.
Baxter who thought of the correct reply. "Were there any points?" she asked. Wilsey shook his finger. "Ah, don't be cruel!" he said, and held out his hand to say good night; but Lanley was smoking, with his head tilted up and his eyes on the ceiling. What he was thinking was, "It isn't good for an old man to get as angry as I am." "Good night, Lanley; a delightful evening." Mr.
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