I have purposely uttered ridiculous platitudes, and you were as smilingly courteous as if you enjoyed them:  I have let fall remarks whose hollowness and selfishness could not have escaped you, and have waited in vain for a word of sharp, honest, manly reproof.  Your manner to me was unexceptionable, as it was to all other women:  but there lies the source of my disappointment, of—­yes—­of my sorrow!

“You appreciate, I cannot doubt, the qualities in woman which men value in one another—­culture, independence of thought, a high and earnest apprehension of life; but you know not how to seek them.  It is not true that a mature and unperverted woman is flattered by receiving only the general obsequiousness which most men give to the whole sex.  In the man who contradicts and strives with her, she discovers a truer interest, a nobler respect.  The empty-headed, spindle-shanked youths who dance admirably, understand something of billiards, much less of horses, and still less of navigation, soon grow inexpressibly wearisome to us; but the men who adopt their social courtesy, never seeking to arouse, uplift, instruct us, are a bitter disappointment.

“What would have been the end, had you really found me?  Certainly a sincere, satisfying friendship.  No mysterious magnetic force has drawn you to me or held you near me, nor has my experiment inspired me with an interest which cannot be given up without a personal pang.  I am grieved, for the sake of all men and all women.  Yet, understand me!  I mean no slightest reproach.  I esteem and honor you for what you are.  Farewell!”

There.  Nothing could be kinder in tone, nothing more humiliating in substance.  I was sore and offended for a few days; but I soon began to see, and ever more and more clearly, that she was wholly right.  I was sure, also, that any further attempt to correspond with her would be vain.  It all comes of taking society just as we find it, and supposing that conventional courtesy is the only safe ground on which men and women can meet.

The fact is—­there’s no use in hiding it from myself (and I see, by your face, that the letter cuts into your own conscience)—­she is a free, courageous, independent character, and—­I am not.

But who was she?

THE DOCUMENTS IN THE CASE.

BY BRANDER MATTHEWS AND H.C.  BUNNER.

PART FIRST: 

DOCUMENT NO.  I.

Paragraph from the “Illustrated London News,” published under the head of “Obituary of Eminent Persons” in the issue of January 4th, 1879:

SIR WILLIAM BEAUVOIR, BART.