"
"I seem to recall," contributed Mrs. Phillips, "that Sir Charles Grandison
figured both ways."
"That prig!" said Hortense.
"Well, if you can't stay overnight," Mrs. Phillips proceeded, "at least
stay a few hours for the moonlight. The moon will be almost full to-night,
and the walk across the marshes to the trolley-line ought to be beautiful.
Or Peter could run you across in eight or ten minutes."
She did not urge Randolph to remain in the absence of Cope, though
Randolph's appearance at his office at ten in the morning would have
surprised no one, and have embarrassed no one.
Tea was served before the big fireplace in which a small flame to heat the
kettle was rising. Randolph set his empty cup on the shelf above.
"Notice," said Mrs. Phillips to him, "that poem of Carolyn's just behind
your cup: 'Summer Day in Duneland'." It was a bit of verse in a narrow
black frame, and the mat was embellished with pen-and-ink drawings of the
dunes, to the effect of an etching. An etcher, in fact, a man famous in his
field, had made them, Mrs. Phillips explained.
"And at the other end of the shelf," she advised him, "is a poem in free
verse, done by a real journalist who was here in June.
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