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"
Why
have
you
never
let
me
meet
him
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Would
you
like
to
?
"
She
smiled
,
her
smile
was
really
very
sweet
,
and
she
blushed
a
little
;
it
was
singular
that
a
woman
of
that
age
should
flush
so
readily
.
Perhaps
her
naivete
was
her
greatest
charm
.
"
You
know
,
he
’
s
not
at
all
literary
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
’
s
a
perfect
philistine
"
She
said
this
not
disparagingly
,
but
affectionately
rather
,
as
though
,
by
acknowledging
the
worst
about
him
,
she
wished
to
protect
him
from
the
aspersions
of
her
friends
.
"
He
’
s
on
the
Stock
Exchange
,
and
he
’
s
a
typical
broker
.
I
think
he
’
d
bore
you
to
death
.
"
"
Does
he
bore
you
?
"
I
asked
.
"
You
see
,
I
happen
to
be
his
wife
.
I
’
m
very
fond
of
him
.
"
She
smiled
to
cover
her
shyness
,
and
I
fancied
she
had
a
fear
that
I
would
make
the
sort
of
gibe
that
such
a
confession
could
hardly
have
failed
to
elicit
from
Rose
Waterford
.
She
hesitated
a
little
.
Her
eyes
grew
tender
.
