"It must be patent to every one that
women have far quicker, finer intellects than men, although their brains
are smaller; but then quality is more important than mere quantity. And
yet," I continued, "some people hold that women ought not to have the
franchise, or suffrage, or whatever it is! Not that I care two straws
about the question myself, and I only hope they'll never get it; but
then I think it is so illogical--don't you?"
"I am afraid I do not understand you, Smith," she returned, looking much
distressed.
"Well, no, I suppose not, but what I said was of no consequence," I
replied; then, wishing to make a fresh start, I added: "But I am so glad
to hear you call me Smith. It makes it so much more pleasant and
homelike to be treated without formality. It is very kind of you, I'm
sure."
"But surely your name is Smith?" said she, looking very much surprised.
"Oh yes, my name is Smith: only of course--well, the tact is, I was just
wondering what to call you."
"My name is Edra," she replied, looking more bewildered than ever; and
from that moment the conversation, which had begun so favorably, was
nothing but a series of entanglements, from which I could only escape in
each case by breaking the threads of the subject under discussion, and
introducing a new one.
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