“Children and idiots are not interested in such things,” I said.
“And we are much too frightened of being put in prison,” said Irais.
“In prison?” echoed Minora.
“Don’t you know,” said Irais, turning to her “that if you talk about such things here you run a great risk of being imprisoned?”
“But why?”
“But why? Because, though you yourself may have meant nothing but what was innocent, your words may have suggested something less innocent to the evil minds of your hearers; and then the law steps in, and calls it dolus eventualis, and everybody says how dreadful, and off you go to prison and are punished as you deserve to be.”
Minora looked mystified.
“That is not, however, your real reason for not discussing them,” said the Man of Wrath; “they simply do not interest you. Or it may be, that you do not consider your female friends’ opinions worth listening to, for you certainly display an astonishing thirst for information when male politicians are present. I have seen a pretty young woman, hardly in her twenties, sitting a whole evening drinking in the doubtful wisdom of an elderly political star, with every appearance of eager interest. He was a bimetallic star, and was giving her whole pamphletsful of information.”
“She wanted to make up to him for some reason,” said Irais, “and got him to explain his hobby to her, and he was silly enough to be taken in. Now which was the sillier in that case?”
She threw herself back in her chair and looked up defiantly, beating her foot impatiently on the carpet.