Bechamel's face suggested a differentexpectation. "Beg pardon, sir," said Stephen, with a diplomaticcough."Well?" said Bechamel, wondering suddenly if Jessie had kept someof her threats. If so, he was in for an explanation. But he hadit ready. She was a monomaniac. "Leave me alone with her," hewould say; "I know how to calm her.
Yet there is need to speak plainly. This deadening of soul comesnot from the omission or inclusion of this specific subject or that; itis the effect of the general scholastic... read more
