I pray you never trust in a woman's keeping the happiness of your life!" [Illustration: "LOOK AT ME."] Here Andrew slipped his arm through Wehle's, and began to promenade with him in the large apartment up and down an alley, dimly lighted by a candle, between solid phalanxes of books.
"I pray you give good heed," he said, resuming.

"I was always eccentric.
People thought I was either a genius or fool.

Perhaps I was much of both.

But this is a digression.

I did not pay any attention to women.