Besides, who wants you to be learned?
Leave that to the poor devils who've got nothing better to do.

You--you--ahem!--" "Well, then, why don't you read me something before I go ?" said Katharine, looking at her watch.
"Katharine, you've only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you ?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously.

He caught her smiling.
"I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out.
"Let's find something else to talk about.

Who have you been seeing ?" "I don't generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don't want to read, you needn't." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so.

No face could have been graver or more judicial.
"One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself.