Besides, although yours is the
best mind in any pretty woman's head I know of--in any woman's head
for that matter--you still have much to learn, and I should feel very
jealous if you learned it elsewhere."
"Oh, I could learn from books, I suppose. There are many more in the
world than I shall ever be able to read. But--well, I had a friend
for the first time--the kind of friend I wanted."
"You are in no danger of losing him. I haven't the least intention
of giving you up. Real friendships are too rare, especially those
founded on mental sympathy, and a man's life is barren indeed when
his friends are only men."
"Have you had any woman friends before?" Her eyelids were lowered
but she shot him a swift glance.
"Well--no--to be honest, I cannot say I have. Flirtations and all
that, yes. During the last eight years, between the war and earning
my bread, I've had little time. Everything went, of course. I wrote
for a while for a Richmond paper and then went to New York. That was
hard sledding for a time and Southerners are not welcome in New York
Society. If I bore you with my personal affairs it is merely to give
you a glimpse of a rather arid life, and, perhaps, some idea of how
pleasant and profitable I have found our friendship."
She drooped her head.
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