“Someday,” I said, a trifle acidulously, “perhaps men will stop finding unconscious women to be an allurement.” “Some men prefer a lady who is silent,” Spyridon replied sagely, “because they like to think they are smarter than their women and if she talks, he finds out he is stupid. Me, I prefer a woman to talk. It is better this way.” “I think, Spyridon, we are going to be very good friends,” I told him.
