We have had such a nice talk, too.

Why is it, I wonder," she continued, musingly, "that ordinary conversation is generally so empty and silly?
Gentlemen appear to believe that ladies know nothing but about balls, and dancing, and the weather, and croquet! I do not mean, when we are all talking together, as to-day; but, when one is alone with them, and not one of a circle of talkers, they never say anything of any depth and reflection.

Perhaps, when I go out, it is my fate to meet with exceptional partners at parties.

But, I declare, they never utter a sensible remark! I suppose they think me very stupid, and not worth the trouble of seriously conversing to.

Really, I imagine that gentlemen believe all girls to belong to an inferior order of intellect; and fancy that it is necessary for them to descend from their god-like level, in order to talk to them about such senseless trivialities as they think suited to their age and sex!" "Perhaps it is not all the fault of the men," said I.