[Illustration: "A mean cuss? Me! Really--"]
_Culch._ (_with a shrug_). I really haven't troubled to speculate Who
can tell how one may, quite unconsciously, give offence--even to those
who are--er--comparative strangers?
_Miss T._ Just so. (_A pause._) Well, Mr. CULCHARD, if I wanted
anything to confirm my opinion of you, I guess you've given it me!
_Culch._ (_internally_). It's very unfortunate that she _will_ insist
on idealising me like this!
_Miss T._ Maybe, now, you can form a pretty good idea already what
that opinion is?
_Culch._ (_in modest deprecation_). You give me some reason for
inferring that it is far higher than I deserve.
_Miss T._ Well, I don't know that you've missed your guess altogether.
Are you through your ice-cream yet?
_Culch._ Almost. (_He finishes his ice._) It is really most
refreshing!
_Miss T._ Then, now you're refreshed, I'll tell you what I think about
you. (_CULCHARD resigns himself to enthusiasm._) My opinion of you,
Mr. CULCHARD, is that, taking you by and large, you amount to what we
Amurrcans describe as "a pretty mean cuss.
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