"Dans la vie comme sur les toits, que de malheurs arrivent pour avoir oublié un seul coin!"
Faith closed the book then, very much amused with the philosopher's "chat tigré."
"But often one can't see round the corner," she remarked.
A little gesture of lips and brow, half asserted that if one could not, one could: but Mr. Linden only said,
"Most true! Miss Faith. Nevertheless, the knowledge that there are corners is not to be despised."
"I don't know. I shouldn't like to live always in fear of seeing the shadow of a cat's ears come in."
"Have you quite outgrown the love of cats?" said Mr. Linden smiling.
"No, but I was talking of the fear of corners," she said with an answering smile. "I don't think I want to remember the corners, Mr. Linden."
"I don't think I want you should. Philosophers and birds, you know, go through the world on different principles."
She laughed a little at that, gave the hearth a parting brush, and went off to dinner.