She appeared to be more curious than interested.

She promptly made those observations which the unillumined have ever considered it witty to make concerning those who play at solitaire.

But, finding that I had long ceased to be moved by these, she was friendly enough to judge the game upon its merits.

That she judged it to be stupid was neither strange nor any reflection upon the fairness of her mind.

The game--in those profounder, rarer aspects which alone dignify it--is not for women.