have surely noticed that the greatest fool, so long as he has no convictions of his own, may be a very nice gentlemanly fellow."
"And what about the women?"
"They are less unendurable. They don't talk of feminism, they don't approve of women's emancipation, and (best of all) they practise it very effectively indeed. They have a great deal of intuition, but for all that—and luckily so—not a grain of conscious experience."
"Whom do you like best of all?"
"Miss Janina Dernowicz."
"I was asking about artists; I am not one."
"Ah, I see.—Artists? The prettiest is Miss Wartoslawska, whom I have known for a good long space of time. But just now she is far from looking as well as usual.—Why does not Owinski come here with her now?"
"Owinski?" I hesitated for a moment. Then: "Well, the engagement has been broken off for a month," I said.
"Has it? Yes, I had heard something about his being affianced to some one, but fancied it was only gossip. … Why, he seemed to be a very passive sort of fellow, and bore the yoke meekly enough."
