Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman
my support? I do not know what had overtaken him that night; his surroundings reacted on him until he was unrecognizable. When we reached “Sense of Humour”, he called out:
“Oh, I say, here’s a lark! ‘Sense of Humour; grand total, nought.’ ”
All I can say is, I was glad to have enough humour to see the absurdity and to join in the general laugh. But I was furious with Will. . .
You might have thought that, after I had been pilloried and held up to the scorn of young women whom I would not allow to enter my back-door, artists or no artists, I might have been suffered to go to bed. But no! That would upset the totals! I must stay to the bitter end, though my head was aching with fatigue and I could see that the game was growing more and more ill-natured. . .
I heaved a sigh when we reached Sir Adolf, for his name completed the circle. I don’t know whether the others were even trying to give an honest opinion, but I did my best according to my lights. “Good looks”? I really think he would be the first to admit that he is not prepossessing. “Moral character”? I’m not a scandal-monger, I hope, but he has been twice divorced. “Loyalty”? I gave him full marks for that; otherwise I should not have
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