one  a  man  could  swear  was  the  most  impassioned,  is  tha
one  who  feels  absolutely  nothing."

"Pshaw!"  cries  Guy,  impatiently  flinging  away  the
end  of  his  cigar,  and  lighting  another.  "  My  dear  old
boy,  you're  too  clever  by  half.  You're  like  Paul,  to
whom  What's-his-name  said,  '  Much  learning  hath  rr.ade
thee  mad!'  "

"I'm  right  this  time,  and  I'll  explain  how  it  is.
