It was quite unpronounceable and, except that it ended, of
course, with a double f, equally impossible to spell. I told him
frankly at the beginning I should call him by his Christian name,
which fortunately was Nicholas. He was very nice about it."
"I remember him distinctly," said the Minor Poet. "A charming man."
"He was equally charmed with you," replied the Woman of the World.
"I can credit it easily," murmured the Minor Poet. "One of the most
intelligent men I ever met."
"You talked together for two hours in a corner," said the Woman of
the World. "I asked him when you had gone what he thought of you.
'Ah! what a talker!' he exclaimed, making a gesture of admiration
with his hands. 'I thought maybe you would notice it,' I answered
him. 'Tell me, what did he talk about?' I was curious to know; you
had been so absorbed in yourselves and so oblivious to the rest of
us. 'Upon my word,' he replied, 'I really cannot tell you. Do you
know, I am afraid, now I come to think of it, that I must have
monopolised the conversation.' I was glad to be able to ease his
mind on that point.
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