“Then shall I tell you what formed the vulgarity of which you speak?”
“If you will,” I replied.
“It was the atmosphere in which I moved.”
“And what was that?”
“Humanity.”
She went away and left me thinking.
Now, when we were seated together at lunch she turned to me suddenly and said, half laughing, half serious,—
“Genius, whom do you consider the greater sufferer—myself or Christ?”
“It is a subject I would not discuss,” I decided drily.
“You are wise,” she affirmed tauntingly. “Ignorance should always be silent.”