"Do you know, Casimir, I find you sometimes as puzzling as Socrates." "Socrates ?--Socrates was as clear as a drop of morning dew, my dear fellow," replied Heliobas.

"There was nothing puzzling about him.

His remarks were all true and trenchant--hitting smartly home to the heart like daggers plunged down to the hilt.

That was the worst of him--he was too clear--too honest--too disdainful of opinions.

Society does not love such men.