I shouldn't wonder but there'll be trouble as usual between him and my husband.

It seems a pity that two such clever men should waste so much time in scrapping over these scientific things, which don't seem to matter half a cent, anyhow." "Oh, I don't know," laughed Nitocris, as they shook hands.

"You see, Mrs van Huysman, _they_ do think it matters a great deal, and, besides, I'm quite sure that they both enjoy it very thoroughly.

It's their way of taking recreation, you see, just as a couple of pitmen will try and pound one another to pieces, just for the fun of the thing.

It's only a case of intellectual fisticuffs, after all." "Why, certainly," said Brenda, as she rang for tea; "I'm just sure that Poppa never has such a good time as when he thinks he's tearing one of Professor Marmion's theories into little pieces and dancing on them, and I shouldn't wonder if Professor Marmion didn't feel about the same." "I dare say he does," said Nitocris, remembering what had happened in the morning; "it's only one of the thousand unexplained puzzles of human nature.