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And now that I am forty, "it is too late a week." Boon
companions, of whom I am thankful to say I have none, would drive
me crazy with their intolerable heartiness. I once spent an
evening at the Savage Club. As for the _folle maitresse_--as a
concomitant of my existence she transcends imagination.
"What are you thinking of?" asked Judith.
"I was thinking how the _'Dans un grenier qu'on est bien a vingt
ans'_ principle would have worked in my own case," I answered
truthfully, for the above reflections had been Passing through my
mind.
Judith laughed.
"You in a garret? Why, you haven't got a temperament!"
I suppose I haven't. It never occurred to me before. Beranger
omitted that from his list of attendant compensations.
"That's the difference between us," she added, after a pause. "I
have a temperament and you haven't."
"I hope you find it a great comfort."
"It is ten times more uncomfortable than a conscience. It is the
bane of one's existence."
"Why be so proud of having it?"
"You wouldn't understand if I told you," said Judith.


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