The Stare

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"A most objectionable habit," declared the Major emphatically.

"I always say," ventured Rodgers, "that the only way to deal with a man who stares persistently is to stare back at him."

The Major looked at him unkindly.

"You would. And if he 'always says' the same thing, I suppose you continue to glare at one another for hours on end."

White joined in the conversation.

"It's not," he said, "the plain, straight-in-the-face stare which troubles me as much as the oblique method—I mean the kind of stare which looks firmly on to your tie or shoes and stays there. All I can do when I meet it is to wriggle unhappily and wonder whether anything has come adrift."

"Men don't like being stared at, but women don't like not being stared at," said Rodgers with the air of one making a contribution to philosophy.

The Major groaned. "There can be few men with such a fund of generalizations, but this time I'm bound to admit that there's something in it."

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