And I am actually getting some work done.  Bones, old thing, I have made a discovery for the lack of which many famous men have died too soon.  I have discovered the perfect secretary!

These blank lines represent all the things which I might say but which, with great moral effort, I suppress.  I know what a frightful bore is the man who insists upon talking about a new discovery.  Therefore I shall not indulge my natural inclination to tell you just how perfect this secretary is.  I shall merely note that she is quick, accurate, silent, interested, appreciative, intelligent to a remarkable degree—­Good Heavens!  I’m doing it!  I blush now when I remember that I engaged Miss Farr’s services in the first place from motives of philanthropy.  Is it possible that I was ever fatuous enough to believe that I was the party who conferred the benefit?  If so, I very soon discovered my mistake.  In justice to myself I must state that I saw at once what a treasure I had come upon.  You remember what a quick, sure judgment my father had?  Somehow I seem to be getting more like him all the time.  The moment any proposition takes on a purely business aspect, I become, as it were, pure intellect.  I see the exact value, business value, of the thing.  Aunt Caroline never agrees with me in this.  She insists upon referring to that oil property at Green Lake and that little matter of South American Mines.  But those mistakes were trifles.  Any man might have made them.

In this case, where I am right on the spot, there can be no possibility of a mistake.  I see with my own eyes.  Miss Farr is a dream of secretarial efficiency.  She combines, with ease, those widely differing qualities which are so difficult to come by in a single individual.  It is inspiring to work with her.  I find that her co-operation actually stimulates creative thought.  My notes are expanding at a most satisfactory rate.  My introductory chapter already assumes form.  And—­by Jove!  I seem to be doing it again.

But one simply does not make these discoveries every day.

The other aspects of the situation here, the non-business aspects, are not so satisfactory.  The menage is certainly peculiar.  I had what amounted to a bloodless duel with mine host the other day.  Perhaps I was not as tactful as I might have been.  But he is an irritating person.  One of those people who seem to file your nerves.  In fact there is something almost upsetting’ about that mild old scoundrel.  He gives me what the Scots call a “scunner.” (You have to hear a true Scot pronounce it before you get its inner meaning.) And when, that day, he began talking about his daughter’s future being her father’s care, I said—­I forget exactly what I said but he seemed to get the idea all right.  It annoyed him.  We were both annoyed.  He did not put his feelings into words.  He put them into his eyes instead.  And horrid, nasty feelings they were.  Quite murderous.

The duel was interrupted by Li Ho.  Li Ho never listens but he always hears.  Seems to have some quieting influence over his “honorable Boss,” too.