"Every one asks me what I 'think' of everything," said Spencer Brydon; "and I make answeras I can-begging or dodging the question, putting them off with any nonsense. It wouldn'tmatter to any of them really," he went on, "for, even were it possible to meet in that standand-deliver way so silly a demand on so big a subject, my 'thoughts' would still be almostaltogether about something that concerns only myself." He was talking to Miss Staverton, with...