When he had gone, Madame Frabelle said:
'Poor Edith!'
'Bruce is only a little tidy,' said Edith.
'I know. My husband was dreadfully untidy, which is much worse.'
'I suppose they have their faults.'
'Oh, men are all alike!' exclaimed Madame Frabelle cynically.
'Only some men,' said Edith. 'Besides, to a woman—I mean, a nice woman—there is no such thing as men. There is a man; and either she is so fond of him that she can talk of nothing else, however unfavourably, or so much in love with him that she never mentions his name.'
'Men often say women are all alike,' said Madame Frabelle.
'When a man says that, he means there is only one woman in the world, and he's in love with her, and she is not in love with him.'
'Men are not so faithful as women,' remarked Madame Frabelle, with the air of a discovery.