"Well, it's a shame, Grace, anyhow," he observed, wagging his head dolefully.

"It's a howling, wicked shame." "Hollie, you have no brains at all," she said, "despite your opinion." "No," he replied ironically, "not a bit." "Well, you haven't, you know, Hollie." "At any rate," he said in an angry voice, "I have some comprehension and sympathy for the feelings of others." "Have you ?" she asked.

"How do you mean, Hollie?
Do you mean you have feeling for them in their various sorrows?
Or do you mean that you understand their minds ?" Hollanden ponderously began, "There have been people who have not questioned my ability to----" "Oh, then, you mean that you both feel for them in their sorrows and comprehend the machinery of their minds.

Well, let me tell you that in regard to the last thing you are wrong.

You know nothing of anyone's mind.