"
"I think you're perfectly odious. Odious and cynical," she
exclaimed wrathfully.
"I think," said I, "that a living warrior is better than a dead--
Disappointment."
"You don't understand," she stormed. "If I didn't love you, I
could rend you to pieces."
"It is because I do understand, my dear," said I, enjoying the
flashing beauty of her return to Artemisian attitudes, "that I
particularly characterised the dear lady as a disappointment."
"I think," she said, in dejected generalisation, "the working out
of the whole scheme of the universe is a disappointment."
"The High Originators of the scheme seem to bear it pretty
philosophically," I rejoined; "so why shouldn't we?"
"They're gods and we're human," said Betty.
"Precisely," said I. "And oughtn't it to be our ideal to
approximate to the divine attitude?"
Again Betty declared that I was odious. From her point of view--
No. That is an abuse of language. There are mental states in which
a woman has no point of view at all. She wanders over an ill-
defined circular area of vision. That is why, in such conditions,
you can never pin a woman down with a shaft of logic and compel
her surrender, as you can compel that of a mere man.
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