Then she pointed one accusing finger at his lips.

"I told you so," she murmured, with a note of demonstration.
"There is certainly something rather stern, or even ruthless, about the set of the face and the firm ending of the lips," I admitted, reluctantly.
"That is why God gave men moustaches," she mused, in a low voice; "to hide the cruel corners of their mouths." "Not ALWAYS cruel," I cried.
"Sometimes cruel, sometimes cunning, sometimes sensuous; but nine times out of ten best masked by moustaches." "You have a bad opinion of our sex!" I exclaimed.
"Providence knew best," she answered.

"IT gave you moustaches.

That was in order that we women might be spared from always seeing you as you are.

Besides, I said 'Nine times out of ten.' There are exceptions--SUCH exceptions!" On second thought, I did not feel sure that I could quarrel with her estimate.
The experiment was that time once more successful.