They soon seem hysterical and shallow.
The same thing's true of persons. For permanent
love and friendship you want reposeful men--
calm, strong, silent. The other kind either wear you
out or wear themselves out with you.''
``You forget his eyes,'' put in Stanley. ``Did you
ever see such eyes!''
``Yes, those eyes of his!'' cried Mildred. ``You
certainly can't call them reposeful, Mrs. Brindley.''
Mrs. Brindley did not seize the opportunity to convict
her of inconsistency. Said she:
``I admit the eyes. They're the eyes of the kind of
man a woman wants, or another man wants in his friend.
When Keith looks at you, you feel that you are seeing
the rarest being in the world--an absolutely reliable
person. When I think of him I think of reliable, just
as when you think of the sun you think of brightness.''
``I had no idea it was so serious as this,'' teased
Stanley.
``Nor had I,'' returned Cyrilla easily, ``until I began
to talk about him. Don't tell him, Mr. Baird, or he
might take advantage of me.
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