It Doesn't So Much Matter

She Had A Certain Way Of Looking At Life Which He Took As A Personal Offense.

Nothing, Of Course, Will Ever Take The Place Of The Good Old Fashion Of 'liking' A Work Of Art Or Not Liking It; The More Improved Criticism Will Not Abolish That Primitive, That Ultimate, Test.

Though It Might Have Its Momentary Alarms, Paternity Is Not An Exciting Vocation.

Love Has Nothing To Do With Good Reasons.

The Story Had Held Us, Round The Fire, Sufficiently Breathless, But Except The Obvious Remark That It Was Gruesome, As, On Christmas Eve In An Old House, A Strange Tale Should Essentially Be . . .