"O dear! O dear!
This is not right, you know; this is not at all right. I must make a
note of this--I really must. You are in the habit of saying things of
this sort, my dear. I remember you said something like it once before;
and really it is not a subject to joke about. Such an idea is quite
pernicious; it must not be allowed to spread--even as a joke. I wish,
my dear, you had not promulgated it, even in that spirit. You have--ah
--a knack of making things seem plausible, and of giving weight to
opinions by the way you express them, although the opinions themselves
are quite erroneous, as on the present occasion. Some of your ideas are
so very mistaken, you know; and you really ought to leave these matters
to those who understand them, and can judge. It is very dangerous to
discuss such subjects, especially--ah--when you know nothing about
them, and--ah--cannot judge. I really must preach a sermon on the
subject. Let me see. Next Sunday--ah, yes; next Sunday, if you will
kindly come and hear me."
We all thanked him as enthusiastically as we could.
Later, I found Ideala alone in one of the conservatories.
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