"
"You have not yet decided," reminded him the Woman of the World,
"which you really are: the gentleman we get for three and sixpence
net, or the one we are familiar with, the one we get for nothing."
"Please don't think I am suggesting any comparison," continued the
Woman of the World, "but I have been interested in the question
since George joined a Bohemian club and has taken to bringing down
minor celebrities from Saturday to Monday. I hope I am not narrow-
minded, but there is one gentleman I have been compelled to put my
foot down on."
"I really do not think he will complain," I interrupted. The Woman
of the World possesses, I should explain, the daintiest of feet.
"It is heavier than you think," replied the Woman of the World.
"George persists I ought to put up with him because he is a true
poet. I cannot admit the argument. The poet I honestly admire. I
like to have him about the place. He lies on my drawing-room table
in white vellum, and helps to give tone to the room. For the poet I
am quite prepared to pay the four-and-six demanded; the man I don't
want.
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