Well,
everybody was lively and gay, except at first Ryder (he's the math. man);
but even he limbered up finally. Mrs. Phillips herself has a great deal of
action and vivacity--seemed hardly more than thirty. Well, I could be
pretty gay too with a lot of money behind me; and I think that, for another
year or so, I can contrive to be gay without it. But after that....
"I wish you had been there instead of Ryder. If you are really going to be
twenty-seven in November--as I figure it--you might yourself have served as
a connecting link between youth and age. No, no; I take it back; I didn't
mean it. I wouldn't have you seem older for anything, and you know it.
"There were three girls. They all live in the house itself, forming a
little court: Mrs. P. seems to need young life and young attentions. So not
one of them had to be taken home--there's usually _that_ to do, you
know. Not that it would have mattered much, as the distances would have
been short and the night was clear starlight. But they could all stay where
they were, and I walked home in quite different company."
Cope threw back his Oriental table-cover once more and drew out a few
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