After that last adventure of
mine most men would be savage and cynical, wouldn't they, now?
I'm nothing of the kind. I think no worse of women--not a bit. I
reverence them as much as ever. There must be a good deal of
magnanimity in me, don't you think?'
Jasper laughed unrestrainedly.
'But it's the simple truth,' pursued the other. 'You should have
seen the letter I wrote to that girl at Birmingham--all charity
and forgiveness. I meant it, every word of it. I shouldn't talk
to everyone like this, you know; but it's as well to show a
friend one's best qualities now and then.'
'Is Reardon still living at the old place?'
'No, no. They sold up everything and let the flat. He's in
lodgings somewhere or other. I'm not quite intimate enough with
him to go and see him under the circumstances. But I'm surprised
you know nothing about it.'
'I haven't seen much of them this year. Reardon--well, I'm afraid
he hasn't very much of the virtue you claim for yourself. It
rather annoys him to see me going ahead.'
'Really? His character never struck me in that way.
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