I once spent an evening at the Savage Club.
As for the _folle maitresse_--as a concomitant of my existence she transcends imagination.
"What are you thinking of ?" asked Judith.
"I was thinking how the _'Dans un grenier qu'on est bien a vingt ans'_ principle would have worked in my own case," I answered truthfully, for the above reflections had been Passing through my mind.
Judith laughed.
"You in a garret?
Why, you haven't got a temperament!" I suppose I haven't.

It never occurred to me before.

Beranger omitted that from his list of attendant compensations.
"That's the difference between us," she added, after a pause.

"I have a temperament and you haven't." "I hope you find it a great comfort." "It is ten times more uncomfortable than a conscience.

It is the bane of one's existence." "Why be so proud of having it ?" "You wouldn't understand if I told you," said Judith.
I rose and walked to the window and gazed meditatively at the rain which swept the uninspiring little street.