to prove it.

That's why you employ them." "What wild nonsense you talk! Keen & Co.

might, perhaps, be able to trace the concrete, but how are they going to trace and find the abstract ?" "She isn't abstract; she is a lovely, healthy, and youthful concrete object--if, as you say, she _does_ exist." "How can I _prove_ she exists ?" "You don't have to; they do that." "Look here," said Gatewood almost angrily, "do you suppose that if I were ass enough to go to these people and tell them that I wanted to find my ideal--" "_Don't_ tell them _that_!" "But how--" "There is no necessity for going into such trivial details.

All you need say is: 'I am very anxious to find a young lady'-- and then describe her as minutely as you please.

Then, when they locate a girl of that description they'll notify you; you will go, judge for yourself whether she is the one woman on earth--and, if disappointed, you need only shake your head and murmur: 'Not _the_ same!' And it's for them to find another." "I won't do it!" said Gatewood hotly.
"Why not?
At least, it would be amusing.