"You knew her then?"
"Oh, yes. I knew Tom from the old 'New Pork Herald' days, and when I first met him with Jessie hanging on his arm he was quite proud to introduce her to a poet. When he got on he tried to shake me off."
"You should have repaid him what you borrowed."
"It—it—was only a trifle," stammered Denzil.
"Yes, but the world turns on trifles," said the wise Wimp.
"The world is itself a trifle," said the pensive poet. "The Beautiful alone is deserving of our regard."
"And when the Beautiful was not gossiping with her landlady, did she gossip with you as you passed the door?"
"Alas, no! She sat in her room reading, and cast a shadow—"
"On your life?"
"No; on the blind."