"I doubt if they
do talk about us among themselves as much as we think. Besides, it
is always unwise to go behind the verdict. Some very beautiful
things have been said about women by men."
"Well, ask them," said the Girton Girl. "Here are three of them
present. Now, honestly, when you talk about us among yourselves, do
you gush about our virtue, and goodness, and wisdom?"
"'Gush,'" said the Philosopher, reflecting, "'gush' would hardly be
the correct word."
"In justice to the truth," I said, "I must admit our Girton friend
is to a certain extent correct. Every man at some time of his life
esteems to excess some one particular woman. Very young men,
lacking in experience, admire perhaps indiscriminately. To them,
anything in a petticoat is adorable: the milliner makes the angel.
And very old men, so I am told, return to the delusions of their
youth; but as to this I cannot as yet speak positively. The rest of
us--well, when we are alone, it must be confessed, as our
Philosopher says, that 'gush' is not the correct word."
"I told you so," chortled the Girton Girl.
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