Wherein is Mrs. Clephane different from the rest of us?"
"At the risk of being personal," he replied, "I should say that she is
very like you in face and figure and manner. If her hair were black, the
resemblance would be positively striking."
"Then, since we're on the personal equation, the difference is where?"
He threw up his hands and laughed to avoid the obvious answer, an
answer which she knew, and knew he wished to avoid.
"The difference is where?" she repeated.
"I shall let you judge if there is a difference, and if there is, what
it is," he replied.
"I wish to know _your_ mind, Mr. Harleston--I already know my own."
"Good girl!" he applauded.
"Please put me aside and consider Mrs. Clephane," she insisted. "Is she
cleverer than--well, than I am?"
"You are the cleverest woman that I have ever known."
"Is she more intellectual?"
"Preserve me from the intellectual woman!" he exclaimed.
"Is she more travelled?"
"I think not."
"Is she superficially more cultured?"
"I should say not."
"Has she a better disposition?"
"No one could have a better disposition than you have ever shown to me."
"Is she more fascinating in manner?"
"She couldn't be!"
"She _is_ younger?" tentatively.
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