[ CHAPTER XVIII.—ON THE PROFESSIONAL MORALIST. ]
[ CHAPTER XIX.—ON MODERN SOCIETY. ]
A GRAY EYE OR SO
CHAPTER I.—ON CERTAIN ABSTRACTIONS.
I WAS talking about woman in the abstract,” said Harold.
The other, whose name was Edmund—his worst enemies had never abbreviated it—smiled, lifted his eyes unto the hills as if in search of something, frowned as if he failed to find it, smiled a cat’s-paw of a smile—a momentary crinkle in the region of the eyes—twice his lips parted as if he were about to speak; then he gave a laugh—the laugh of a man who finds that for which he has been searching.