"
"I did not refer to them," laughed Parker. "In fact, Miss Andrews,
the heart of man is supposed to be incomplete until he has lost it,
and has succeeded in getting another for his very--"
"Are you an admirer of Max Nordau?" interposed Marguerite, quickly.
("Whatever led you to put that in?" I asked.
"Go on, and you'll see," said Harley. "I didn't put it in. It's
what she said. I'm not responsible.")
"I don't know anything about Max Nordau," said Parker, somewhat
surprised at this sudden turn of the conversation.
"Are you familiar with Schopenhauer?" she asked.
("It was awfully rough on the poor fellow," said Harley, "but I
couldn't help him. I'd forced him in so far that I couldn't get him
out. His answer floored me as completely as anything that Miss
Andrews ever did.")
"Schopenhauer?" said Parker, nonplussed. "Oh yes," he added, an idea
dawning on his mind. "That is to say, moderately familiar--though,
as a matter of fact, I'm not at all musical."
Miss Andrews laughed immoderately, in which Parker, thinking that he
had possibly said something witty, although he did not know what it
was, joined.
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