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The Death of the Lion-3
I was bewildered: it sounded somehow as if there were three sexes. My interlocutor’s pencil was poised, my private responsibility great. I simply sat staring, however, and only found presence of mind to say: “Is this Miss Forbes a gentleman?” Mr. Morrow hesitated an instant, smiling. “It wouldn’t be ‘Miss’ – there’s a wife!” “I mean is she a man?” “The wife?” – Mr. Morrow, for a moment, was as confused as myself. But, when I explained that I alluded to Dora Forbes in person, he informed me, with visible amusement at my being so out of it, that this was the “pen name” of an indubitable male – he had a big red mustache. “He only assumes a feminine personality because the ladies are such popular favorites. A great deal of interest is felt in this assumption, and there’s every prospect of i
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