tone. "I
sleep horribly badly, and that's why I take coffee. Mere perversity!
Three black coffees, waiter."
"Not for me!" said Meyer Isaacson.
"You must, for once. I hate doing things alone. There is no pleasure in
anything unless some one shares it. At least"--she looked at
Armine--"that is what every woman thinks."
"Then how unhappy lots of women must be," he said.
"The lonely women. Ah! no man will ever know how unhappy."
There was a moment of silence. Something in the sound of Mrs.
Chepstow's voice as she said the last words almost compelled a silence.
For the first time since he had been with her that night Meyer Isaacson
felt that perhaps he had caught a glimpse of her true self, had drawn
near to the essential woman.
The waiter brought their coffee, and Mrs. Chepstow added, with a little
laugh:
"Even a meal eaten alone is no pleasure to a woman. To-night, till you
came to take pity upon me, I should have been far happier with
'something on a tray' in my own room. But now I feel quite convivial.
Isn't the coffee here good?"
Suddenly she looked cheerful, almost gay. Happiness seemed to blossom
within her.
"Never mind if you lie awake for once, Doctor Isaacson," she continued,
looking across at him. "You will have done a good action; you will have
cheered up a human being who had been feeling down on her luck. That
talk I had with a doctor had depressed me most horribly, although I told
myself that I didn't believe a word he said."
Meyer Isaacson sipped his coffee and said nothing.
"I think one of the wickedest things one can do in the world is to try
to take any comforting and genuine belief away from the believer," said
Armine, with energy.
"Would you leave people even in their errors?" said the Doctor.
"Suppose, for instance, you saw some one--some friend--believing in a
person whom you knew to be unworthy, would you make no effort to
enlighten him?"
He spoke very quietly--almost carelessly. Mrs. Chepstow fixed her big
blue eyes on him and for a moment forgot her coffee.
"Perhaps I should. But you know my theory."
"Oh--to be sure!"
Meyer Isaacson smiled. Mrs. Chepstow looked from one man to the other
quickly.
"What theory? Don't make me feel an outsider," she said.
"Mr. Armine thinks--may I, Armine?"
"Of course."
"Thinks that belief in the goodness, the genuineness of people helps
them to become good, genuine, so that the unworthy might be made
eventually worthy
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