their fellow countrymen, men of their own blood--was most
unsympathetic."

"Myself, I should hate a man who agreed with me," said the Girton
Girl.

"My dear," replied the Woman of the World, "I don't think any
would."

"Why not?" demanded the Girton Girl.

"I was thinking more of you, dear," replied the Woman of the World.

"I am glad you all concur with me," murmured the Minor Poet. "I
have always myself regarded the Devil's Advocate as the most useful
officer in the Court of Truth."

"I remember being present one evening," I observed, "at a dinner-
party where an eminent judge met an equally eminent K. C.; whose
client the judge that very afternoon had condemned to be hanged.
'It is always a satisfaction,' remarked to him genially the judge,
'condemning any prisoner defended by you. One feels so absolutely
certain he was guilty.' The K. C. responded that he should always
remember the judge's words with pride."

"Who was it," asked the Philosopher, "who said: 'Before you can
attack a lie, you must strip it of its truth'?"

"It sounds like Emerson," I ventured.