'Elfride,' whispered Knight
in reply, 'it is strange you should have asked that question. But
I'll answer it, though I have never told such a thing before. I
have been rather absurd in my avoidance of women. I have never
given a woman a kiss in my life, except yourself and my mother.'
The man of two and thirty with the experienced mind warmed all
over with a boy's ingenuous shame as he made the confession.
'What, not one?' she faltered.
'No; not one.'
'How very strange!'
'Yes, the reverse experience may be commoner. And yet, to those
who have observed their own sex, as I have, my case is not
remarkable. Men about town are women's favourites--that's the
postulate--and superficial people don't think far enough to see
that there may be reserved, lonely exceptions.'
'Are you proud of it, Harry?'
'No, indeed. Of late years I have wished I had gone my ways and
trod out my measure like lighter-hearted men. I have thought of
how many happy experiences I may have lost through never going to
woo.'
'Then why did you hold aloof?'
'I cannot say. I don't think it was my nature to: circumstance
hindered me, perhaps. I have regretted it for another reason.
This great remissness of mine has had its effect upon me. The
older I have grown, the more distinctly have I perceived that it
was absolutely preventing me from liking any woman who was not as
unpractised as I; and I gave up the expectation of finding a
nineteenth-century young lady in my own raw state.
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