So Mr. Early went on with ponderous sentences and a sharp look in his eye.
But Lena hardly heard him. She was absorbed in the soft lights and the flowers and the wonderful china, most of which, her host told her, had been made in his own works and was unique in the world. But strange as were all these things, her eyes kept coming back, as if fascinated, to the man-mountain in the silky white robe. The big ruby on his forehead seemed to wink and flash at her, and as often as she looked she met the sleepy eyes fixed on her face. Then she was irresistibly drawn to look again to see if he was still watching. For once, she forgot her big blue eyes and her bright little fluffs of hair and all the execution that they were meant to do on the masculine heart, because there was something different in the way this Oriental surveyed her. It was an unblinking and unemotional study.
Fortunately Mr. Early was content to talk and let her answer in brief. Talking was not Lena’s strong point. Mr. Early went on with his monologue, in platitudes about art, and Lena looked interested, or tried to, while she caught scraps of conversation from farther down the table.
Miss Elton was telling a story of her cooking-class in a certain poor district. She had shown a flabby wife, noted even in that region for her lack of culinary skill, how to make a dish at once cheap, palatable and nutritious.
“And I said, ‘Now Mrs. Koshek, if you’d give that to your husband some night when he comes home tired, don’t you think it would be a pleasant surprise?’ But all I could get out of her was, ‘I’d ruther eat what I’d ruther; I’d ruther eat what I’d ruther.’ And I’m afraid Mr. Koshek is still living on greasy sausages.”
“That might teach you, Miss Elton,” said Mr. Preston, “the futility of trying to improve women by reason. Now a man—”
“Oh, pooh, reason! reason!” exclaimed Mrs. Lenox, turning upon him, “I’m sorry for you poor men, you mistaken servants of boasted reason! Reason is the biggest fallacy on earth. It leads men by the straight path of logic to pure foolishness.”
“And how is your woman’s reason to account for that?” he asked tolerantly.
“Oh, I suppose your premises are never true. Or, if they are, another man’s opposite premises are equally true. So there you are. Two contradictions are equally valid, but being a reasonable man you can’t see more than one of them.”
“And women can see both sides, of course.”