This time Bero and the strange, veiled lady and Miss Hopkins and
every other confusing thought floated off, and left them quite happy
for--well--say for ten minutes.
And ten minutes consecutive enjoyment is worth waiting for, old and
cynical people say.
* * * * *
The next morning brought back all her troubles, with variations and
complications, on account of some more misunderstood words.
"I think," said Mae, as she paused to blot the tenth page of a home
letter, "that likes and dislikes are very similar, don't you, Edith?"
Then, as Edith did not reply, she glanced up, and saw that her friend's
chair was occupied by Norman Mann. He looked up also and smiled.
"I am not Edith, you see, but I am interested in your theory all the
same. Only, as I am a man, I shall require you to show up your reasons."
"Well, I find that people who affect me very intensely either way, I
always feel intuitively acquainted with. I know what they will think and
how they will act under given conditions, and I believe we are driven
into friendship or strong dislikes more by the force of circumstances
than by--"
"Elective affinities or any of that nonsense," suggested Norman Mann.
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